Beach Side Property

"Wow", said the broken Californian now
On the beach that used to be by the beach
Ground sure don't like the way it's treated
So now, it's moving back to the sea
Plans to hitch a ride with the river
'Cause deep down plumbing life is too cramped for me

I got wood legs, and bow legs, and no legs at all
Damn, would you take a collect call?
Oh no, I don't understand
I got sore eyes, and poor eyes, and no eyes at all
Damn, would you like to take the fall?
Oh no, I don't like this plan
It was a staple of brass, tacks and wax backs
Oh yeah, a message left on the forehead of God

Sent, sealed and signed by the saints who sang this song, this song
This song, this song

We're going union like they say
Will buy the congregation, then one day
You'll find us sitting in your chair
With big ideas of stocks and shares

We're going union like they say
Will buy the congregation, then one day
You'll find us sitting in your chair
With big ideas of stocks and shares
We're going union



Credits
Writer(s): Isaac Brock, Eric Judy, Jeremiah Green
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