Beach Front Property - Spanish Love Songs

Said, «It's the end of days»

And we’re just hoping for the beach front property

Knowing indecision daring some asshole to take a swing

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 is 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 sick and sad the 30 somethings in a bar

Play us some nostalgia songs

'Cause no one really wants to hear about you anymore, I know

If every city is 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

Figure 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 is 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