Why are we broke in the freezing cold
We should be broke in the sand?
You don’t deserve this film on the windows
And I deserve a brand new tan
Let’s melt our ice scrapers into pitchers
And pour out a better plan
No point freezing in this cold grey hell
When piss poor paradise is out of our hands
A cardboard box on Diversey or a cardboard box in Milan
We don’t have to work, we don’t have to bend
Just make a decent home from a castle made of sand
We don’t have to worry, we don’t have to plan
Just take it as it comes until we turn to sand
I looked into Montpellier, Le Havre Bordeaux, and Cannes
But I know merci beaucoup, as much French as you
That’s not enough for us to understand
I looked into the Middle East and a nice stretch of Haitian land
But a Burka won’t suit you and I can’t do voodoo
It just don’t jive with our plans
But a cardboard box in Port Au Prince
Or a cardboard box in Iran
We don’t have to work, we don’t have to bend
Just make a decent home, from a castle made of sand
We don’t have to worry, we don’t have to plan
Just take it as it comes until we turn to sand