Beach Day

Beach day, loser in LA Who wouldn't skate, too scared of losing my hands Men scattered all along the bay Would become shadows in the park, but so would I I'm gonna have a good life Worked hard to kill the girl who couldn't keep the sun in her eyes I'm gonna have a good life Beach day (beach day) Beach day Beach day Nihilist, putting on the pink, singing blue and serenading a red-neck Who said it's cute I write riffs, but I'm no Elliot Smith I said I'll shut up when I am dead I'm gonna have a good life Worked hard to love the girl who couldn't keep the sun in her eyes I'm gonna have a good life Beach day Beach day Beach day Beach day Beach day Beach day Beach day