Roll With The Punches – Bag Of Toys – letras

Well I’m a poor man/I feel no painStruggled half of my life a going against the grainBut I think I guess I only get a one shot at thisI’m gonna diiig every single second I’ve got, I’ve got to liveAnother second/another went byI killed another second, minute, hour, waisting my lifeI’m gonna spend my waking hours doing something with myselfplaying with the cards from the deck I’m dealtgotta roll with the punches/run down the highwayGonna turn all the pages/Gonna do it my wayI got the surfboard/got the full tank of gasI’m gonna say goodbye to everyone as I passThere gonna wonder where I’m going and when I’ll be backAs they waist away their lives working for the manI’ll get some shit job/when I need some cashI can always strum my guitar when I need a stashI’m gonna check out what we’ve got on the far west coastcalifornia’s great but so is mex-i-coOcean Beach, Point Reyes, Waddel Creek, Steamer LaneFort Point, Cardiff Reef, Ocean Side, Pacific BeachMorro Bay, Manhattan Beach, Rockaway, La Jolla ReefsTodos Santos, Rosarito, Ensenada, Down to Cabo….Yeah, You might find me there…I won’t pay taxes/I’ll pay no rentI’ll never vote again, so fuck the governmentwell, I’ll get myself some piece of shit micro busI’m gonna live off the coast, the most of both of usI won’t need TV/Or GirlfriendI’ve got a big ol’ stack of porn-o that would scare my friendsI think I’ll sleep in every morning and I’ll surf all dayMaybe strum my guitar, I think I’ll live that way