Beachfront Property

(álbum: Brave Faces Everyone - 2020)

Said "it's the end of days
And we're just hoping for the beachfront property."
Numb with indecision
Daring some asshole to take a swing
I've got eight hundred dollars to my name
Not sure what it means
Trying to take these bastards for a quarter of a million
Despite your mom's protesting

If every city's the same
Doom and gloom under a different name
Maybe we should find our home in one?

I hate the rhythm of our lives these days
Stare into a dead space
Shouting at my phone. Ducking in my seat
Cause someone brought a bag into the movie theater
Everyone shrugs at the same time. "Yeah, yeah, we know."
You're singing sad to thirty-somethings in a bar
"Play us some nostalgia songs
Cause no one really wants to hear about you anymore."
I know

If every city's the same
Doom and gloom under a different name
Maybe we should find our home in one?
We argue and assign the blame
Not like any of us feel the shame
Count on one hand all the good we've done

Said "it's the end of days
And you're still pissing in the wind."
Don't believe in god
But figured he'd be a better planner than this

I'm tired anyway
Why the hell would I care?
I'm tired anyway

If every city's the same
Doom and gloom under a different name
Maybe we should find our home in one?
We argue and assign the blame
Not like any of us feel the shame
Count on one hand all the good we've done

I'm tired anyway
Why the hell would I care?
I'm tired anyway