Dum Surfer

Dumb surfer is giving me his cash
 Won a bet for 50, and now I need a slash
 Man, this band that's playing is playing fucking trash
 Skunk and onion gravy, as my brain's potato mash
 He came across the back of a bureaucratic stash
 Shot the lot for credit and never got it back
 He's mashed, I'm mashed, we're mashed
 That cat got slashed in half like that
 As Venus completes orbit, I'm feeling slightly mashed
 The stir-fry didn't absorb it, I need another slash
 She spoke in English, it was low lit where we sat
 Remembering her face, but that's the end of that
 I'm a step from madness as I puke on pavement slabs
 Got a bit embarrassed, need to get back to the lab
 In the depths of traffic, I was feeling like we crashed
 With a girl from Slovak in a European cab
 From a set of habits, I can see momentums mashed
 If we were commuting, this train would fucking crash
 Now my brain's diluting with blame, and guilt, and hash
 Getting lashed, getting lashed by all of the gods
 By all of the gods
 By all of the gods
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 As my brain's diluting, I suffer from whiplash
 This girl's now screaming, I think we've gone and crashed
 The driver's speaking and the car is still intact
 It was only minor, well, that's the end of that
 Girl, that's the end of that, as I know
 Girl, some things you don't know
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 Dumb surfer, don't suffer
 Dumb surfer, don't suffer
 Dumb surfer, don't suffer
 Dumb surfer, don't suffer
 Ay, some things won't change for a while
 Keep me, keep me as the villain
 But my prayer, you don't own
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 He's giving me his cash