Blood Brothers

I've fallen face first into a painting of hallucinogenic sunset
Vital beach, vital beach, vital beach yeah
Vital beach, vital beach
I'm the boy on the beach with the guitar
All the shark's beretta's: click-click, click-click, click-click, click
We're the band on the stage at the wedding by the sea with frozen tidal waves
Alright, she's a concubine turned trophy wife, he's a high profile CEO
All the seagulls mutter, "What'cha doing with your life?"
And vomit laugh tracks on your lead solos
Brittle, brittle moon!
We're grieving for you
Brittle, brittle moon held together with glue
And we sing, "Everybody's waiting for you to drop!"
Then we fall face first into another painting...
I've fallen face first into a painting of hallucinogenic seascape
Vital beach, vital beach, vital beach yeah
Vital beach, vital beach
I'm the boy in the sharkskin tuxedo
All my fans are screaming, "Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!"
My agent said I should chew off my own face
I have no taste and anything could help
Sing it again, "Three cheers for opportunity!"
This is the year of speedboats, summer homes
Still the seagulls mutter, "What'cha doing with your life?"
And vomit laugh tracks on your career goals