well the ocean spreads out the front of my house

if you come from north start heading down south

I watch the fast cars go past

while sipping gin from my glass

and bring a smoke to the lips of my mouth



cause I'm really fond of where I live

in the suicidal part of the town

I can always get a grip if my mind permits

otherwise I go and lay down



lay down, lay down

lay down, lay down

lay down, lay down

lay down, lay down



what's that who's smashing bottles out the front of my house?

it's morning and I'm trying to sleep

well a nine to five life is what my being's avoiding

but I gotta work 'cause nothing's free or cheap

now I'm getting used to the football

and the control it's gotten over the town

'cause I like to scream at shit when my throat permits

otherwise I go and lay down



well lay down everything

take it off in front of me

lay down next to me

for Christ's sakes let me breathe



well god I dunno what'll make me happy

is it something good or evil and bad

and if I look the other way will my thoughts decay?

'cause I don't wanna bury my head deep in the sand

this tied knot you can never undo

you can call but don't make a sound

'cause I can always drink and shit when my funds permit

otherwise I'm just gonna go and lay down