Beach Towers
Robert Pollard
Microscopes up
But the fun has just begun
Cause you can’t see the sun from the sky
And the red rock stings
As they bring good news from the tour guide, yeah
Beach towers bend
In the chemical wind
Cause the dog chasing tails at the lines
And the tropic fish swim
Cause they are cracked in the rim of the dead war, yeah
Sun devil
His sitting in his big chair
Watching over everyone
Showing up for all the fun
And he’s seeing so respected
As we’re soaking up the rays
Getting high on frightful days
In the sun
In the sun