Hustle

When I come home, you won't be there any more
 When I come home, you won't be there any more
 And you will tear off your clothes and kiss the floor
 When I come home, home, home
 When I see land, you will conjurer up a storm
 When I see land, you will conjurer up a storm
 And I will tie your hands to the highest mast
 When I see land, land, land
 And we will hustle, hustle, hustle to be free
 Free from all the happy thoughts and smiles across the sea
 In favor of the mean, mean, moves
 And back doors to the heart
 From where we always, always fall apart
 And you will slide on the back of my bike
 And you will slide on the back seat of my bike
 And I will ride you home, drunken in the rain
 Cause you will win again and again
 Now it's your turn, you will tie me to the tree
 Now it's your turn, you will tie me to the tree
 And you will sing and sing forever you and me
 And in the dark I wonder what you see
 And we will hustle, hustle, hustle to be free
 Free from all the happy thoughts and smiles across the sea
 In favor of the mean, mean, moves
 And back doors to the heart
 From where we always, always fall apart
 And we will hustle, hustle, hustle to be free
 Free from all the happy thoughts and smiles across the sea
 In favor of the mean, mean, moves
 And back doors to the heart
 From where we always, always fall apart