Paroles de Lying on a beach

Joel Plaskett

pochette album Lying on a beach
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Date de parution : 01/01/2005

Durée : 0:06:01

Style : Rock



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Somebody introduced me
To a member of the club
I think that they confused me
With some other rub-a-dub-a-dub
Now, i work on the fifth floor
And nothing is my fault
I take advice like margueritas
With a heavy grain of salt
I always wake up in the night
Wondering if im doing it right
And if i had my way
Id be getting on this flight tonight
And in the morning id be
Lying on a beach in the sun
Lying to my family and friends
Telling them that i have begun
Trying to find the means to an end
Lying on a beach in the sun
Lying just to cover my ass
Lying in the sun on the beach
Burning like the girls in the grass

I should be working on my manners
But im working on my website
All you star-spangled scanners
Trying to photocopy moonlight
Staring at the computer screen
Feeling so alone and obscene
Getting restless
Getting randy
Getting mean
Lying on a beach in the sun
Looking for a little romance
The temperatures a hundred and one
Everybody take off your pants
Lying on a beach in the sun
Trying to figure out what to do
Lying in the sun on the beach
I realized i did not have a clue

Im full of hocus pocus
And im slower than molasses
Im coming in and out of focus
Like a magic pair of glasses
I go down to the staff room at lunchtime
Im like a joke but theres never a punch line
And if you step on my toes ill blow up just like a landmine
Give me a reason ill be
Lying on a beach in the sun
Nobody but my money and me
Is this your definition of fun
Im bored its only twenty past three (you should go for a swim)
Ill still be clinging to the company line
Theres sharks out there i think i saw a fin
Or maybe im just losing my mind

Somebody take a memo
Were all on automatic
When i get it back together
Were gonna need a little static
Somebody check my pulse
Slap me in the face
Show me what im made of
Get me out of this place
Its like a weird technological dream
Watching buddies turn into machines
We never get our hands dirty
But paradise is never this clean
Come on
Lying on a beach in the sun
Dont want to get burned to a crisp
You want something to remember me by
You can save it on a floppy disk
So long
Farewell
You can kiss my ass goodbye
If i dont jump ship right now
Ill never figure out how to fly

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