Laugh Ourselves to Death - Envy On The Coast

If I could bring you to

The water’s edge

I could drown all our money

All our money, all our money

And broke and free

Bet I’d make you sing

From the crow’s nest

Spit on the rich and

Hah, laugh ourselves to death

Laugh ourselves to death

Laugh ourselves to death

Bus driver, get me out of here

We can’t live in a house that’s built on dollars

And in sense because we don’t have either

But I got your back cause

You built mine out of brick!

Hah, laugh ourselves to death

Laugh ourselves to death

Laugh ourselves to death

My Mother’s Mother, fetched the coal at night

Tucked her fire and fed it to the meek and we lived in

Black and white

Just like royalty

Cause that’s all we need

Oh to make the rich bleed

Laugh ourselves to death

Laugh ourselves to death

Laugh ourselves to death

Laugh ourselves to death

Laugh ourselves to death

Laugh ourselves to death