Oh, shit.
Who's got some nerve to be a wanker?
Close right up
You escaped
But it wasn't enough
Sons at bat
Scouts in the air
All brothers and father
There's a way
All our brothers and fathers
There's no soul
There's no soul
There's no soul
There's no soul
There's no soul
There's no soul
I
You
You
I gotta cry
Yeah
Wishing I could think of a way to get out of my head
Chilling about the place where it's always summertime
Talking about the place where the sun always shines
You can't get out this place perfectly
We're going to get out this place
You can realize you can feel it
Name the world
Oh man
The West Coast brothers think they got it right
They're sticking on the porch, thinking better times
Go to the happy place, weighing in the back of my mind
Treat about a place where the water is warm and clear
Talking about a place where it's summer and summer here
Oh yeah
I felt when the world was wrong
Sad to be just a baby no more
Sad to be just a baby no more
Sad to be just a baby no more
The West Coast brothers think they got it right
They got it right
They got it right
The West Coast brothers
They got it right
They got it right
They got it right
I hope you can stay in your bed
I hope you can stay in your bed
Wishing I could drink the wine when I'm on the coast this day
Dream about a place where the future is always bright
Dream about a place where the future is always bright
I hope that when the wind runs dry
Dream about a place where the future is always bright
Dream about a place where the future is always bright
Wishing I could drink the wine when I'm on the coast this day
