Letra de Jimmy Buffett Doesn’t Even Surf

Scarce progress from complacence in your way Well, you’ll find that sterile thoughts are brought By notions of self-imposed grandeur But, arm the suffix Well, rebuke the stoic I, rescind composure Sound set, stand off Well, weapon logic I, rebuke the stoic They, rescind composure Sound set, standoff Sound set, standoff Stop, rip the line Praise something and again save yourself some breath Sermon stalemate, condemn and don’t resuscitate Idle thoughts of the great, sly-like bright snide snakes Praise something and again, save your love of a friend Say it, breath out and irate souls spring To their life worth tapestry Repent, lie, just stay loud And I’ll bray solace lies