It's Easy, An Easy Meal Lyrics - Sryan

[Olly Murs] 

We said that summer we'd go down to Cancun 

But no money makes that kind of hard to do 

Forget the beach Id rather be here with you 

Well put on bug spray and we'll lose our clothes 

Put out the lawn chairs and turn on the hose 

Well play David Beckham, hes the new athlete 

And well go surfing, surfing, we'll surf the radio 

[Chorus] 

Why aren't we be what they be? 

Where's our sitcom family? 

Where's the perfect boy or girl? 

Where is our identity? 

Your foot is in the door 

What the hell, we don't care 

We're safe in our four walls 

It's easy, an easy meal 

What's happened to our spirit? 

It's withered, sick and grey 

Been scared into blind worship 

I can't see any other way 

It's easy, an easy meal 

[Olly Murs] 

You want it all, you want it cheap 

You want some peace, so you can sleep 

You want somebody to care, you want somebody to know 

You wanna live the lie, the lie that's in your head 

You want some money to spend, you want somebody to share 

You want somebody to see, that life ain't treatin you fair 

Time is gonna get you if you like it or not 

[Chorus] 

Why aren't we be what they be? 

Where's our sitcom family? 

Where's the perfect boy or girl? 

Where is our identity? 

Your foot is in the door 

What the hell, we don't care 

We're safe in our four walls 

It's easy, an easy meal 

What's happened to our spirit? 

It's withered, sick and grey 

Been scared into blind worship 

I can't see any other way 

It's easy, an easy meal 

[Sryan] 

What's a boy to do 

When you tell your tale 

And, it never fails 

I just end up feeling bad for you 

With your hang-dog eyes 

You can bring me down 

Now I'm wrapped around your whole hand 

Stop looking so surprised 

I've been burned before 

You're not fooling me 

There's no mystery 

You've forgotten what you're hiding for 

Call it self-defence 

You can obfuscate 

And manipulate 

But it's only at your own expense 

[Olly Murs] 

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh 

[Chorus] 

Why aren't we be what they be? 

Where's our sitcom family? 

Where's the perfect boy or girl? 

Where is our identity? 

Your foot is in the door 

What the hell, we don't care 

We're safe in our four walls 

It's easy, an easy meal 

What's happened to our spirit? 

It's withered, sick and grey 

Been scared into blind worship 

I can't see any other way 

It's easy, an easy meal