It's the End of the South Coast as We Know It
It's the end of the South Coast as we know it.
It's the end of the South Coast as we know it.
It's the end of the South Coast as we know it. And I feel fine.
Sunday night – TV hour. Leave Keg, need a shower. Cash to burn, return, listen to yourself churn. Locked in uniform and name burning, poor whites sub-letting. Every category escalate. Automotive second-rate. Light a issue, light a purpose. Kak MC – Step down, step down. Watch the weed crush, crush. Uh oh, this means more beer – cavalier. Strike a match and steer clear! A tournament, a tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me shortlists, offer me bronze or silver alternatives and I decline.
It's the end of the South Coast as we know it.
It's the end of the South Coast as we know it.
It's the end of the South Coast as we know it. And I feel fine.
Farquar hate mail, flash camera, catch Joburg out – Sun Tide Baseline coastal chic, click! Mugg & Bean, Chinas, after party Johnny Rockets, Ocean Basket pre-drinks, head hurt, vein pop, sun burn – eina, eish! Got to be seen, another party, cheesecake, bonehead, Dutchman, jelly bean, boom! You symbiotic, indistinguishable, slam, brown neck, right? Right.
It's the end of the South Coast as we know it.
It's the end of the South Coast as we know it. I'm only human and I feel fine...fine...