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