Nothing comes over me nothing like inspiration not even on the seaside no fantasies to ration the swell looks mighty slim, and the water level's down the dirty sea adds to the junk i'm in until the sun creeps up the sound
and then i'm outright broken disgusted and outspoken my drinks are watered down and sick, like my old man's tired convictions nobody has a hold on me
at dusk it looks mighty dim and the lights fire up the beach i don't feel much like a swim 'cause i'm afraid of the dirty sea the swell looks mighty slim and the water levels, they're all down the dirty sea adds to the junk i'm in until the sun creeps up the sound i wake myself hastily in time for the break of day the air smells sweet by the sea it stinks of my old memories i try to grab hold of things of anything i can reach but i'm only swatting at air staring blankly at the dirty sea