Hustle - Tunng

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 conjuror up a storm

When I see land you will conjuror 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 favour 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 seat of my bike

And you will slide on the back seat of my bike

And I will ride you home drunken in the rain

andd 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 you wonder what I see

And we will hustle, hustle, hustle to be free

Free from all the

Happy thoughts and smiles across the sea

In favour of the

Mean, mean, moves,

And back doors to the heart from where we Always, always fall apart