Clutch - Slaughter Beach

I'm not sweating any consequences
I do what I have to do just to get on by
There's no sex appeal in guilt nor anger
Ain't it enough, ain't it enough to provide?

Economic casualties
My blue-blooded creeps
Hand in hand we walk together
Along Slaughter Beach
Maritime tragedies
You blue-blooded freaks
Hand in hand we walk together
Along Slaughter Beach

I'm not betting on wild horses
Like they do in Assateague or Pimlico
I demand to shuck my clam the old fashioned way
Under a strawberry moon, bare-handed, wearing no clothes

Economic casualties
My blue-blooded creeps
Hand in hand we walk together
Along Slaughter Beach
Maritime tragedies
You blue-blooded freaks
Hand in hand we walk together
Sunrise on Slaughter Beach

Economic casualties
My blue-blooded creeps
Hand in hand we walk together
Sunrise on Slaughter Beach
Maritime tragedies
You blue-blooded freaks
Hand in hand we walk together
Sunrise on Slaughter Beach

Sunrise on Slaughter Beach
Sunrise on Slaughter Beach
Sunrise on Slaughter Beach
Sunrise on Slaughter Beach