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