WE STINK (BUT WE’RE FREE)

Verse 1 No bath in weeks, maybe months, maybe years Got salt in my pores and despair in my beard My armpits hum like a cursed bassoon And my boots smell like the wrath of the moon You think this life’s all gold and fame Nah man, it’s fungus and chafing and shame The ocean’s vast, the wind is bold But NOTHING is clean NOT EVEN THE SOUL PRE-CHORUS But you know what? I wouldn’t trade it For a lavender life on land CHORUS WE STINK — BUT WE’RE FREE LIKE A CHEESE LEFT OUT IN THE SUN OF THE SEA WE STINK — YES INDEED BUT THESE ODORS ARE THE SCENT OF LI-BER-TYYYY Verse 2 Captain’s breath could melt a mast First mate’s socks are a war crime, fast There’s something alive in the lower hold And I named it Steve, he’s bold and old We tried to wash once, just for fun Jumped in the sea, came out worse somehow Turns out saltwater plus regret Just upgrades the stench TO A FINAL FORM NOW PRE-CHORUS The landfolk gag They cover their nose They say “dear god” As we walk by slow CHORUS WE STINK — BUT WE’RE REAL NO SOAP, NO LIES JUST THE WAY WE FEEL WE STINK — AND IT’S TRUE THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU LIVE WITH YOUR CREW BRIDGE Sometimes at night, when the stars hang low I wonder what lavender even smells like, though But then my crew laughs, the ship rocks free And I catch a whiff of home …which is ME BREAK NO SOAP! NO SHAME! FER-MEN-TED BRO-THER-HOOD! NO SOAP! NO SHAME! FER-MEN-TED BRO-THER-HOOD! FINAL CHORUS WE STINK — HEAR OUR ROAR LIKE A THOUSAND SWEATY MEN WHO DON’T CARE ANYMORE IF FREEDOM HAS A SCENT LET THE LEGEND BE IT’S NOT ROSES OR GOLD IT’S HUMANITY OUTRO …also nobody sit where I was sitting that bench is done