It makes good sense
This mutiny
We take ourselves back

In turn we're freed
There's only one of him and we'll be dead anyway


So much for the land you don't understand either way we're going down
We're going down and it's not OK
The night is younger and old shackle steel we'll break

And turn on heel

So fight for the chance

Am I making sense
You sad saps


Or just blowing wind either way
Stop whipping yourself says the voice in the back of the boat
You've been released


Failure ain't really an option tonight my friend
I'm leaning towards holding this man overboard by the neck

You'll be home soon

If anyone of you has an issue with that let's have it out right now

Stop me if you've heard this one before
Land Ahoy


We're going back but we need his head
Take him to our promised land
Stroke gentleman

Stroke with me

We're going to need him

Or we could just read the sky
We're going home