Lyrics:
Catalina on a fishing boat
We call it Henry Cisneros
We got no money but we stay afloat
The jellyfishes don't scare us
You're telling everybody
exactly where
I'm gonna go, but when I go
Yeah, when I get there
I hope everybody's hanging round a bonfire
Popping tops telling glory days stories
I
only be a memory. A time that now has gone
Fortis Green, memories of days when I was young
Collecting bottle tops, threepenny bits. Fishing with my Dad
fuckin bills
By any means necessary, gotta see my momma in
Another day, another dollar
Every 24, I'm thinking money and the power
Go on! Get it! Go on!
to see my silhouette acquire a permanent kink in a posture
The metenance of icicle spirit by the warmth of true endearment
Was, is, and forever will be
records like fishing but you got no hook
And your records like fishing but you got no hook
Man
Yah yah yah yah yah
You just run ya mouth all day
You just
You make my day yeah, make my day yeah
If you send me the location
I'll be right there
By your side
With My hands running through your hair
No time no
Well, they'll never talk to us if we fish Why don't
It's a beautiful day for fishing
What do you think? I like the one in the light hat
Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster
Than it did in the old days
So naturally, we have more natural disasters
From the strain
day when I looked up, I saw a sailin' ship,
And I met the stare of a millionaire out on a fishing trip.
A diamond ring he tied on a string and lowered
As cars go by I cast my mind's eye
Over back packs on roof racks
Beyond the horizon
Where dream makers
Working white plastic processors
Invite
better you won't listen to fools
Don't listen to them fools
Whistle days away down by the lake
Learn to be at peace with your own company
While they
went by they'd
Get a little bit older and a little bit slower but
It's all the same thing, in this case manufactured by
Someone who's always umpteen
Did I forget to mention it’s happy bar hour slaying music by the day killing beats by the hours writing lyrics in a minute I ain’t bound to finish
keep yo distance
There is blood in the water you shouldn't be fishing
One day in my shoes ain't no way you living
Crabs in a bucket really hits different
Who would've known it could ever end
Those were some of the best days of my life
When I didn't see the time passing by
They're the echoes of my life
home
They think he'll be alright, but they don't know
I got there that next day and as I knelt down by his bed
I cried, 'Daddy, don't you leave me
names in the sand down by that old boat dock
If life had a rewind button I'd hit it nonstop
Those are the days I still go on about
I pissed her daddy off
ever knew
From Miloli'i, Ka La'e and the beach at Punalu'u
She never met a fish she couldn't toss into a stew
Every day after school with her grandpa by
No, I don't know what I'd do
If I let you slip away
Cause I need you by my side
With me every single day
When I look into your eyes
I know that
to melt into your shirt
It's a lot
Is there something we're missing?
We go out with our friends
And we sit, by the Thames
Going fishing
I don't
to melt into your shirt
It's a lot
Is there something we're missing?
We go out with our friends
And we sit, by the Thames
Going fishing
I don't
back
What you fishing for?
Watch your fishing pole
Grab a rat and let it point you to the cheese
Grab a banshee let it point you to the grief
I'm digging
His life is that blue bike
Ball glove and fishing pole
Tree house, BB Gun and Band-Aid covered knees
He does good delivering papers
And cuttin'
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