MARTY Lyrics

Everyone gets a little messy, heavy

Take another sip of that double bevy

Sunshine's here, but my god it's boring

Because who needs dreams when you're drunk in the morning

Now I'm flying, so lucky

Nicotine, gin and a guy named Marty

Party, comedown, shotgun, sundown

Lost my keys, oh well

Big frown

I feel it coming, feel it going

I need the words to tell the story burning in my soul

I see it coming, see it going

Because I ain't scared of missing out

Just wanna go, go, go

Think I lost my job and now I need a new one

Here's my resume - I guess I'm Caucasian

Sun still shines, but everyone's snoring

Who the fucks up at 6 in the morning

Now I'm flying, so lucky

Only fill up at the Texas Buc-ee's

I left my town, and got a little buzz

And ended up with a little band called BUD

I feel it coming, feel it going

I need the words to tell the story burning in my soul

I see it coming, see it going

Because I ain't scared of missing out

Just wanna go, go, go

Life's a little slow when it's all subtitles

Gonna have to check if I've still got vitals

Pay cheque here and your hydro there

No wonder there's a problem with class warfare

I feel it coming, feel it going

I need the words to tell the story burning in my soul

I see it coming, see it going

Because I ain't scared of missing out

Just wanna go, go, go