Shelf Life Lyrics

There’s a hola from the boulevard calling,

As I take a turn in to a desolate morning.

I spot a man who carries a sack of clothes on his shoulders,

He’s mouthing the vowels from the alphabet we share.

In our beds we are made,

Countless relying on litter raids

There are strangers on the outskirts,

Roaming fast and far away,

With their questions directions to never look back,

Restorations pushed back on the shelf.

And it’s hard on the shelf

Hard hard hard

Hard on the shelf

A tear from the morning eye

It’s tough on the shelf life.

Oooh ooh oooh, oooh oooh oooh , oooh oooh oooh…

Village people are scoring under the subway,

I’m not one to judge them, coz I have my own demons.

The devils play thing has you turning around in his pockets,

Send love from the valley and serve unsparingly.

In our beds we are made,

Countless relying on litter raids

There are strangers on the outskirts,

Roaming fast and far away,

With their questions directions to never look back,

Restorations pushed back on the shelf.

And it’s hard on the shelf

Hard hard hard

Hard on the shelf

A tear from the morning eye

It’s tough on the shelf life.

It’s tough on the shelf life

It’s tough on the shelf life

It’s tough on the shelf life

There are strangers on the outskirts,

Roaming fast and far away,

With their questions directions to never look back,

Restorations pushed back on the shelf.

It’s tough on the shelf life

And it’s hard on the shelf

Hard hard hard

Hard on the shelf

A tear from the morning eye

It’s tough on the shelf life.

Oooh ooh oooh, oooh oooh oooh , oooh oooh oooh…