Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Idle Idylist, artist - Tim Barry. Date of issue: 24.06.2013
Song language: English
Idle Idylist |
| Every time I stop and think |
| I’m hit with everything |
| That I was taught about right and wrong |
| And what to get used to |
| They’re cheating in the seats of SUVs |
| In the shade of the trees |
| Down my street, behind the backs of husbands, wives and bosses |
| And I’m sitting here with my dog, six beers and my guitar |
| On this porch of wood making them my business |
| They say the economy is in a slump |
| And folks like them, they’re giving up |
| They jump from planes, in front of trains, and some from bridges |
| That’s alright, that ain’t my life |
| I cough all morning and I smoke all night |
| That’s alright, that ain’t my life |
| I pay $ 200 rent and I work when I like |
| Woah woah, where did we go wrong? |
| Woah woah, have I been sitting out too long? |
| No cash in my hands means I’m nothing to you |
| But I won’t sell myself |
| I’ve got this friend close to me |
| She called from NYC |
| Said she’s got stock options, salary and full benefits |
| She works the 22nd floor |
| In a cubicle built for her |
| She answers phones and talks a bunch about investments |
| Well she’s finally in love |
| She met some guy from Texas |
| She says he’s the one but she has yet to meet him |
| They talk now everyday, online to communicate |
| I said fuck that job, fuck that new beau, yeah fuck that pension |
| Cause that ain’t right, that ain’t no life |
| You work a 60 hour week to see one hour of sunlight |
| That ain’t right, no that ain’t no life |
| That guy, when you finally meet in the end, you won’t even like |
| Woah woah, where did we go wrong? |
| Woah woah, have I been sitting out too long? |
| No cash in my hands means I’m nothing to you., |
| But I won’t sell myself |
| Every time I stop and think |
| I’m hit with everything |
| That I was taught about right and wrong |
| And what to get used to |
| I let the greedy deal with greed |
| I ain’t got nothing but myself |
| And I ain’t selling that for no one else |
| I won’t surround my emptiness with greed |
| Or shit I don’t even need |
| In don’t ask don’t tell relationships based on infidelity |
| I know it ain’t right, it ain’t much of a life |
| But I let tomorrow be tomorrow |
| And let tonight be tonight |