Man with no story
Living on the edge of history
Lying face up in the sand brown body
Can't see his dream dying
Living in Marina del Rey
Man, you better get a job
Living in the sun and the sea
In Marina del Ray
They come here from the clover
To dream and drown and make money
Drawn to the land of plenty
But, baby, and that's all over
Drinking coca-cola
Writing their names in the sand
Oh I smoke this shit, made me paranoid
I feel like a fish on dry land
'Cause I'm living in Marina del Rey
Man (man, you better get a job)
Living off the sun and the sea
In Marina del Rey, yeah
Woah, oh
Man with no story
Living on the edge of history
Lying face up in the sand brown body
Can't see his dream dying
Living in Marina del Rey
Man, you better get a job
Living off the sun and the sea
In Marina del Rey, oh
Oh, I'm living in Marina del Rey
Man, you better get a job
Living off the sun and the sea
In Marina del Rey, yeah
Alright
