Beachfront property lyrics spanish love songs

Said, "It's the end of days"
And we're just hoping for the beach front property
Knowing indecision
Daring some asshole to take a swing
Got eight hundred 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 sick and sad the 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

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

Lyrics for Beach Front Property by Spanish Love Songs

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

Writer(s): Dylan Wagner Slocum, Kyle David Mcaulay, Ruben Duarte, Meredith Lynn Van Woert, Trevor Dietrich

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 eight hundred 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's 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 thirty-somethings in a bar

"Play us some nostalgia songs

Cause no one really wants to hear about you anymore."

I know

If every city's 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

But figured he'd be a better planner than this

I'm tired anyway

Why the hell would I care?

I'm tired anyway

If every city's 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

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