The Dirty Sea - Swingin Utters

Nothing comes over me

Nothing like inspiration

Not even on the seaside

No fantasies to ration

The swell looks mighty slim

And the water level’s down

The dirty sea adds to the junk I’m in

Until the sun creeps up the sound

And then I’m outright broken

Disgusted and outspoken

My drinks are watered down and sick

Like my old man’s tired convictions

Nobody has a hold on me

At dusk it gets mighty dim

And the lights fire up the beach

I don’t feel much like a swim

'Cause I’m afraid of the dirty sea

The swell looks mighty slim

And the water level’s, they’re all down

The dirty sea adds to the junk I’m in

Until the sun creeps up the sound

I wake myself hastily

In time for the break of day

The air smells sweet by the sea

It stinks of my old memories

I try to grab hold of things

Or anything I can reach

But I’m only swatting at air

Staring blankly at the dirty sea