(George & Jessica Flanagan)
I like the way the sun hits, the back of the buildings around 6.
It’s like a dream you can’t forget, it’s like a dream-
I keep my pockets thin, while everyone is stuffing them
They’re empty; they’ve always been, except a little lint
I keep my conscience clear even after my seventh beer
You’ll be sleeping, but you’re not dreaming
This is not a perfect spot, but goddamn it’s all we got,
We could ask for more, how could we ask for more?
They sit and smile, with selfish attitudes,
It burns me up inside, their egocentric pride,
You must become deaf, to every word they say,
Don’t let ‘em break you down, you’ll turn it all around.
This is not a perfect spot, but goddamn it’s all we got,
We could ask for more, how could we ask for more?
We sit and smile,
It burns me up inside.
You must become deaf,
Don’t let ‘em break you down.
You don’t need them, the objects you desire,
Let’s enjoy what we have, not wish for what we don’t.
I raise my glass to you, my friends with gratitude,
We live and love today, do things the right way.
I keep my pockets thin while everyone was stuffing them
They’re empty; they’ve always been, except a little lint
What you flaunt is all you’re not
All you got is all you want
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