Double Grammar Zone / North
Lake South
We all grew up by the ocean
We all grew up by the sea
Everyone’s moving north for the money
Everyone’s moving north like me
So give me your hopes
Give me your dreams
Give me your rent once a week till your dead
Everyone’s moving north for the summer
Everyone’s moving north to get rich
They all talk about the future
That’s bright with light and gold
Must be the season of the witch
And we deserve our land
Every little bit
I built this life by hand