Marina Del Rey

Man with no story
Living on the edge of history
Lying face up in the sand brown body
Can't see his dream dying

I'm living in Marina Del Rey
Man, you better get a job
I'm living off the sun and the sea
In Marina Del Ray, yeah

They come here from the clover
To dream and drown and make money
Drawn to the land of the plenty
Well, baby, that's all over

Drinking coca-cola
Writing their names in the sand
I smoke some shit, made me paranoid
I feel like a fish on dry land

Yes, I'm living in Marina Del Rey
Man, you better get a job
I'm living off the sun and the sea
In Marina Del Ray

Hey, yeah

Yeah, oh baby, I'm living in Marina Del Rey
Man, you better get a job, yeah
I'm living off the sun and the sea
In Marina Del Ray, hey, yeah, yeah

I'm living in Marina Del Rey
Man, you better get a job
Living off the sun and the sea
In Marina Del Ray

Alright



Credits
Writer(s): Dean Dillon, Frank Dycus
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