Cutty Brown

I signed up for the stars I got the Shiv instead A bucket in the closet And a stink that lives in my head Plastic throne of shame Molted to the floor Every time I walk by I want to rage some more Crew says, “Get used to it” Crew says, “C’est la vie” But I smell that joke from miles And I hate the place it sits Cutty Brown, Cutty Brown Get that bucket out Cutty Brown, Cutty Brown That name says it out loud Cutty Brown, Cutty Brown I can taste the frown Cutty Brown, Cutty Brown Best burn that glory down In the Shiv, we pile in tight With helmets on and pride Then that cursed little corner Kills every ounce inside I want guns and thunder Not a piss-stained rookie Not an “I can’t clean” excuse A ship that smells like dookie Someone calls it charming Someone laughs and shrugs I call it a bio hazard With a bucket full of sludge Cutty Brown, Cutty Brown Get that bucket out Cutty Brown, Cutty Brown That name says it out loud Cutty Brown, Cutty Brown I can taste the frown Cutty Brown, Cutty Brown Best burn that glory down If the bucket takes a hit And it can take a rubbing If the crew can take the booth Then they can do the scrubbing Kick that bucket latrine I’ll drop it while in quantum Till the whole damn Shiv feels clean And the joke is finally done Brown ship Bad trip Bucket gone Shiv fixed Brown ship Bad trip Bucket gone Shiv fixed Cutty Brown, Cutty Brown Get that bucket out Cutty Brown, Cutty Brown That name says it out loud Cutty Brown, Cutty Brown I can taste the frown Cutty Brown, Cutty Brown Best burn that glory down