Everybody' tired and wasted
Unsatisfied and pale like death
No one looks like all the models
Of h&m the mood is bad
Sometimes you can hear some laughter
But when you look a bit too close
You see all these happy people
Have a white line underneath their nose
All this wouldn't be so bad
If it wasn't raining all the time
Six weeks a month of pms
The undertaker's doin' fine
Everybody's waiting for the sun
Everybody's waiting for the sun
Rain and taxes and no prozac
Tell me, where's the fun
Space is tight under the bridges
Booze is cheap and soon you'll find
Nothing bad to see in your life
But you're not happy, you're just blind
And the very happy few
Who still got a job to do
Work a hundred hours a week
Until they get fired, too
Depression is that one disease
We all have, and aching knees
But thanks to tv we can handle
Our suicidal tendencies
Everybody's waiting for the sun
Everybody's waiting for the sun
Rain and taxes and no prozac
Tell me, where's the fun
Everybody's waiting for the sun
Everybody's waiting for the sun
Rain and taxes and no prozac
Tell me, where's the fun
When your car is old and dirty
The police think that you smoke pot
When it's nice and clean just hide it
To make sure you won't get robbed
Everybody's waiting for the sun
Everybody's waiting for the sun
Rain and taxes and no prozac
Tell me, where's the fun
Everybody's waiting for the sun
Everybody's waiting for the sun
All the millionaires are cryin'
Money is on the run
Everybody's waiting for the sun
Writer(s): Christopher Maurice Brown, Bradley Carter
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com