New Hobbies - Fort Lean

Caught a fish with my hands

And I put it on the grill

I’m goin back down to the beach

To find somethin else to kill

I grabbed fruit from the trees

And I put it in the sauce

I don’t have to go to work

I said I’m fired to my boss

Drank til I was sick

I slept til I woke up

Had a glass of wine

Went outside to throw it up

Yelled at some kids

I took off all my clothes

They hit me in the face

The blood was pouring out my nose

What a beach holiday

What a beach holiday

What a beach holiday

What a beach holiday

Blood ran down my face

I caught it with my hands

I took a stick to mark the place

Dug a hole in the sand

Covered it back up

Just as soon as it got full

All the blood turned into eggs

And all the eggs turned into gold

What a perfect way

What a picture perfect way to spend

Every waking hour

Perfect, beach holiday