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Oceanfront Video (MV)




Performed By: Late-Night Delivery
Language: English
Length: 3:15
Written by: Peter Hassett




Late-Night Delivery - Oceanfront Lyrics




I fell in love with the home
It had a prominence to match my own
And the privacy
It comforts me
As we both fall into the sea
Oceanfront property

I got my stuff in my place
I got my place and I will stand my ground
You can watch me rock
You can watch me roll
You can watch me, just come and see

Take a dip in private pools
Send my kids to private schools
There's nothing new so I hoard the stuff that's few
With impunity in my gated community
If you're feeling unity
That's a cruel trick from a quick pick and a red brick home
Slap a black baton upon your dome
Big old home from S bank loans
When the stuff got overgrown
So I'm taller now
I'm a raging father now
Whiter than white collar now
Put your ass in squalor now
It's falling out

New gilded age
Different despots
Different page
But it's the same rage, same blades, same guns but different gauge
A bad nation plantation
Rich folks say freemason
White folks say caucasian
Sick folks on capsaicin

I'm a party to it
I'm so damn attracted to it
I'm selling you sea doos
I'm laughing off me too
It's something to live through
'Cause I rise my own tide
And I love my own tribe
And the one thing I know is true is that if you don't do then you die

I built a castle at home
It was my fortress me and mine alone
And then judgment came
In a hurricane
And we all fell into the sea
Oceanfront property

I'm sleeping soundly
Thinking profoundly
And if you found me
I'm sure I found you first
Found you a hearse
Performed my part with no rehearsal
Role reversal
If you were me you'd do the same thing, please
Open my doors
Feed all the poor
Sharing the wealth
When there's no more we sleep on the floor
Nope
There's no tomorrow
Steal what I can
The rest I borrow
The feeling of sorrow is so foreign to me
I soar with the angels and diligently
The means of production provide me the suction
So why don't you go cry about it little girl
It's not like it's the end of the world
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I fell in love with the home
It had a prominence to match my own
And the privacy
It comforts me
As we both fall into the sea
Oceanfront property

I got my stuff in my place
I got my place and I will stand my ground
You can watch me rock
You can watch me roll
You can watch me, just come and see

Take a dip in private pools
Send my kids to private schools
There's nothing new so I hoard the stuff that's few
With impunity in my gated community
If you're feeling unity
That's a cruel trick from a quick pick and a red brick home
Slap a black baton upon your dome
Big old home from S bank loans
When the stuff got overgrown
So I'm taller now
I'm a raging father now
Whiter than white collar now
Put your ass in squalor now
It's falling out

New gilded age
Different despots
Different page
But it's the same rage, same blades, same guns but different gauge
A bad nation plantation
Rich folks say freemason
White folks say caucasian
Sick folks on capsaicin

I'm a party to it
I'm so damn attracted to it
I'm selling you sea doos
I'm laughing off me too
It's something to live through
'Cause I rise my own tide
And I love my own tribe
And the one thing I know is true is that if you don't do then you die

I built a castle at home
It was my fortress me and mine alone
And then judgment came
In a hurricane
And we all fell into the sea
Oceanfront property

I'm sleeping soundly
Thinking profoundly
And if you found me
I'm sure I found you first
Found you a hearse
Performed my part with no rehearsal
Role reversal
If you were me you'd do the same thing, please
Open my doors
Feed all the poor
Sharing the wealth
When there's no more we sleep on the floor
Nope
There's no tomorrow
Steal what I can
The rest I borrow
The feeling of sorrow is so foreign to me
I soar with the angels and diligently
The means of production provide me the suction
So why don't you go cry about it little girl
It's not like it's the end of the world
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Writer: Peter Hassett
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