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letra de lying on a beach - joel plaskett

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 i’m doing it right
and if i had my way
i’d be getting on this flight tonight
and in the morning i’d 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 -ss
lying in the sun on the beach
burning like the girls in the gr-ss

i should be working on my manners
but i’m 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 temperature’s 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

i’m full of hocus pocus
and i’m slower than mol-sses
i’m coming in and out of focus
like a magic pair of gl-sses
i go down to the staff room at lunchtime
i’m like a joke but there’s never a punch line
and if you step on my toes i’ll blow up just like a landmine
give me a reason i’ll be
lying on a beach in the sun
n-body but my money and me
is this your definition of fun
i’m bored it’s only twenty past three (you should go for a swim)
i’ll still be clinging to the company line
there’s sharks out there i think i saw a fin
or maybe i’m just losing my mind

somebody take a memo
we’re all on automatic
when i get it back together
we’re gonna need a little static
somebody check my pulse
slap me in the face
show me what i’m made of
get me out of this place
it’s 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
don’t 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 -ss goodbye
if i don’t jump ship right now
i’ll never figure out how to fly

- joel plaskett

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