Roll With The Punches

Well I'm a poor man/I feel no pain
 Struggled half of my life a going against the grain
 But I think I guess I only get a one shot at this
 I'm gonna diiig every single second I've got, I've got to live
 Another second/another went by
 I killed another second, minute, hour, waisting my life
 I'm gonna spend my waking hours doing something with myself
 playing with the cards from the deck I'm dealt
 gotta roll with the punches/run down the highway
 Gonna turn all the pages/Gonna do it my way
 I got the surfboard/got the full tank of gas
 I'm gonna say goodbye to everyone as I pass
 There gonna wonder where I'm going and when I'll be back
 As they waist away their lives working for the man
 I'll get some shit job/when I need some cash
 I can always strum my guitar when I need a stash
 I'm gonna check out what we've got on the far west coast
 california's great but so is mex-i-co
 Ocean Beach, Point Reyes, Waddel Creek, Steamer Lane
 Fort Point, Cardiff Reef, Ocean Side, Pacific Beach
 Morro Bay, Manhattan Beach, Rockaway, La Jolla Reefs
 Todos Santos, Rosarito, Ensenada, Down to Cabo...
 Yeah, You might find me there...
 I won't pay taxes/I'll pay no rent
 I'll never vote again, so fuck the government
 well, I'll get myself some piece of shit micro bus
 I'm gonna live off the coast, the most of both of us
 I won't need TV/Or Girlfriend
 I've got a big ol' stack of porn-o that would scare my friends
 I think I'll sleep in every morning and I'll surf all day
 Maybe strum my guitar, I think I'll live that way