Marty

Everyone gets a little messy, heavy Take another sip of that double bevy Sunshine's here, but my god it's boring Because who needs dreams when you're drunk in the morning Now I'm flying, so lucky Nicotine, gin and a guy named Marty Party, comedown, shotgun, sundown Lost my keys, oh well Big frown I feel it coming, feel it going I need the words to tell the story burning in my soul I see it coming, see it going Because I ain't scared of missing out Just wanna go, go, go Think I lost my job and now I need a new one Here's my resume - I guess I'm Caucasian Sun still shines, but everyone's snoring Who the fucks up at 6 in the morning Now I'm flying, so lucky Only fill up at the Texas Buc-ee's I left my town, and got a little buzz And ended up with a little band called BUD I feel it coming, feel it going I need the words to tell the story burning in my soul I see it coming, see it going Because I ain't scared of missing out Just wanna go, go, go Life's a little slow when it's all subtitles Gonna have to check if I've still got vitals Pay cheque here and your hydro there No wonder there's a problem with class warfare I feel it coming, feel it going I need the words to tell the story burning in my soul I see it coming, see it going Because I ain't scared of missing out Just wanna go, go, go