Josh Martinez - Bermuda Shorts lyrics

I never quit and I was never fired I made it my goal to be officially retired Forget freedom 55, I am free at 23 Divorced from the workforce, I am, I be Long to the throngs that live along the east van And I plan to live a long life of vice, strife free I'm always putting in work but I don't got a job And I ain't looking, I ain't trying to be nobody's hooker Just chilling in a rocker, feeling lots of hot flashes The sum of my life, soul claps and cymbal crashes I look a little young to be old fashioned and so dashing Forget the cigarette, post-s** I need more action I take naps and try to cash in on the system It's not like leaching when it's supplying the teaching And when I uprock the girls flock and I take them to the sock hop Where they all sit around and watch me rock the foxtrot Nice to know you here to show you, you can do it too Send a self addressed six pack care of you know who I've got to pull my pants up, my belly bu*ton's showing Lint is growing, flowing blood is slowing down, bones are creaking And I ain't got teeth and I can't speak my vowels I take all these pills to take control of my bowels You, you got some sh** to say, I got sh** in my pants And I'm deaf anyway with advanced arthritis And a big old nose and wrinkles and gingivitis And these kids yell sh** all night just to spite us Don't make an old man go and get his shoes on Then drool on a futon, put my teeth in, get my booze on I'm old and I stink but I do what I wanna Sitting in my rocking chair with bag of chips and marijuana A mug of full whiskey as I watch the sun set Knowing life is for the living and I ain't done yet There's little I can do, there's even less I wanna show I use vague cryptic statements when the weed starts to slow The brain and drain, the need to socialize And stabilize and localize The vocals come from hopeful eyes Their focal points the open skies I've learned a whole lot in my days on this earth Caught some rays and lazed off of lavish praise, I never sought I pray to God, I never let the world get the better of me From below it looks so lonely, from above it looks so lovely And I don't know what to call it but I hate it and can't control it I can't explain it, dude, and you can't hold it I've got issues in the fissure that I cover with a layer Of reverb and echoes but I know it deserves better See I'm a setter of trends that I follow like a flightpath I've met enough friends to know I need more guidance And having seen violence, still it sickens me to lick wounds And sit back and not fight still I hold back it's alright You want raw feeling and the seesaw of indecision Ask an artist why they think of yesterday's opus Everyone's a critic with acidic points of view Too scared to find love in the hateful things we do See the news has me losing faith in today's youth 'Cause they still don't know how to rock shows and raise the roof Now I'm old and golden, paid the dues I'd been withholding Now I'll never work again 'cause that's just the life I've chosen