Story Behind The Song
This is the story of human trafficking. The victims are often times lured with false promises or kidnapped. Many are prostitutes, then unwittingly become sex slaves.
Song Description
The singer survived the early years in this life, only to become the madam who helps to procure victims for the trade. She describes the allure to potential and unsuspecting clients. She expresses some remorse for herself, but not for the others.
| Song Length |
3:41 |
Genre |
Rock - General |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Depressing |
Subject |
Prostitution, Slavery |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Beach Ball
I. You wanna be in th' tan club?
You gotta be th' right shade.
You wanna get on th' A-List?
You gotta have th' right shape.
(Pre-chorus)
Devine decadence, th' name of th' game.
Join th' club, you won't go home again.
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, yane!
(Chorus)
Beach ball. Crave th' fame.
Beach ball. Play th' game.
Beach ball. Who's to blame?
A wayward moth to th' flame.
II. Th' water runs so shallow.
I dove way too deep.
Rich, influential fellows.
My body's theirs to keep.
(Chorus)
Beach ball. Crave th' fame.
Beach ball. Play th' game.
Beach ball. Who's to blame?
A wayward moth to th' flame.
III. We're sailin' out from Rio.
Pleasure Island, offshore.
Tired a Sharm El Sheikh ho's.
Bad habits go overboard.
(Pre-chorus)
Devine decadence, th' name of th' game.
Join th' club, you won't go home again.
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, yane!
(Chorus)
Beach ball. Crave th' fame.
Beach ball. Play th' game.
Beach ball. Who's to blame?
A wayward moth to th' flame.
IV. Silver has a patina.
Gold shines so bright.
My callin' card is platinum.
You'll be mine tonight.
(Chorus)
Beach ball. Crave th' fame.
Beach ball. Play th' game.
Beach ball. Who's to blame?
A wayward moth to th' flame.
(Tag) Beach ball. Beach ball. Beach ball. Beach ball. Beach ball. Beach ball.