Here on the shore Where the waves they softly lap on the sand and it's warm I can't feel anything anymore Anymore Shorestank It is the salt on the skin of the sailor It is the smell of the bowel of the sea It's the fish in the port The men and the women fucking for sport Yo, hoes! Embrace the stank Docks bustling with life and the opportunity to thrive Carthemaht be damned! We strive We work together We are alive This is my home The stank of the shore is all I know The sun will bless the sea each day We'll never leave, we are here to stay Hailo! Hailo! A refuge from the sea A sanctuary of solitude from the briny deep Hark! Sing of the seabirds Davy Jones can have my bones For I was meant to sail