Beach Front Property

Said, "It's the end of days And we're just hoping for the beachfront property" Numb with indecision Daring some asshole to take a swing I've got 800 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 singing sad to 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 Figured he'd be a better planner than this I'm tired anyway And 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