We're About 9 Weight Of The Ocean Lyrics

it's seventy four degrees and a gentle warm breeze
is bending the trees like a painting by Matisse
and everyone's all freaked out cause they didn't plan vacations accordingly
and I am in bed making a list in red
of all the things I said I'm gonna do before I'm dead
the clock just won't wait it's up against fate
and so are we it's a perfect d___ day
to take out the trash to do the d___ laundry
to put out and ad to sell the d___ car
or just waste away a perfect d___ day is a perfect d___ day
"Jesus is coming" says a man on the street
to a television camera labeled "nbc"
he said he had bad news and they came out running immediately
when the sky opens up and the earth all turns gray
there'll be nowhere to run to and nothing to say
and everyone's all freaked out cause they didn't load their cameras accordingly
it's a perfect d___ day to take out the trash
to do the d___ laundry to put out and ad
to sell the d___ car or just waste away
a perfect d___ day is a perfect d___ day
a gentle warm voice calls out from the sky
to ask for repentance but I just can't lie
so I'm driving to Cali so I can drop off the earth quickly
I park by the ocean I swim out to sea
and half way to drowning it dawns upon me in the d___ car
amidst the excitement I locked my keys and the weight of the ocean
pulls me out before my prime I imagine I could just swim back into shore
but I'm having such a good time
it's seventy four degrees and a gentle warm breeze
is bending my knees like a painting by Matisse
and everyone's all freaked out cause they didn't plan vacations accordingly