well the ocean spreads out the front of my house   if you come from north start heading down south   I watch the fast cars go past   while sipping gin from my glass   and bring a smoke to the lips of my mouth      cause I'm really fond of where I live   in the suicidal part of the town   I can always get a grip if my mind permits   otherwise I go and lay down      lay down, lay down   lay down, lay down   lay down, lay down   lay down, lay down      what's that who's smashing bottles out the front of my house?   it's morning and I'm trying to sleep   well a nine to five life is what my being's avoiding   but I gotta work 'cause nothing's free or cheap   now I'm getting used to the football   and the control it's gotten over the town   'cause I like to scream at shit when my throat permits   otherwise I go and lay down      well lay down everything   take it off in front of me   lay down next to me   for Christ's sakes let me breathe      well god I dunno what'll make me happy   is it something good or evil and bad   and if I look the other way will my thoughts decay?   'cause I don't wanna bury my head deep in the sand   this tied knot you can never undo   you can call but don't make a sound   'cause I can always drink and shit when my funds permit   otherwise I'm just gonna go and lay down