Beach Front Property

Said, "It's the end of days
 And we're just hoping for the beachfront property"
 Numb with indecision
 Daring some asshole to take a swing
 I've got 800 dollars
 To my name, not sure what it means
 Trying to take these bastards
 For a quarter of a million, despite
 Your mom's protesting
 If every city is the same
 Doom and gloom under a different name
 Maybe we should find our home in one
 I hate the rhythm of our lives these days
 Stare into a dead space shouting at my phone
 Ducking in my seat 'cause someone brought a bag into the movie theater
 Everyone shrugs at the same time
 Yeah, yeah, we know
 You're singing sad to 30-somethings in a bar
 Play us some nostalgia songs
 'Cause no one really wants to hear about you anymore
 I know
 If every city is the same
 Doom and gloom under a different name
 Maybe we should find our home in one
 We argue and assign the blame
 Not like any of us feel the shame
 Count on one hand all the good we've done
 Said, "It's the end of days
 And you're still pissing in the wind"
 Don't believe in God
 Figured he'd be a better planner than this
 I'm tired anyway
 And why the hell would I care?
 I'm tired anyway
 If every city is the same
 Doom and gloom under a different name
 Maybe we should find our home in one
 We argue and assign the blame
 Not like any of us feel the shame
 Count on one hand all the good we've done
 I'm tired anyway
 Why the hell would I care?
 I'm tired anyway