Tropical Depression Songtext
von Yogurt

I met up with my friends
They′re hanging at the beach again
Getting high on Sunny D
Living in a fantasy
Ugh

Everyone enjoys
Cowabunga girls and surfer boys
I desire something more
Endless summer, what a bore


I don't want to stay
But I can′t let go
God, I hate this place
But it's still my home
If California's the epitome of life
Maybe it′s just Mercury, but
Honestly I think I′d rather die

Everywhere I go
I'm drowning in a sea of empty souls
All my salty memories are
Tropically depressing me

I don′t want to stay
But I can't let go
I fucking hate this place
But it′s still my home
If California's the epitome of life
Maybe it′s just Mercury, but
Honestly I think I'd rather die

Shoot me


I think I'd rather die
I think I′d rather die
I think I′d rather die
I'd rather put a fucking bullet in my head and die