Used To Surf

Wake up alone, a pile of bones on autopilot Thinking of home neath the biodome sun on your eyelids If you stay or not, they got your number If you pray or not, they got your number Liquid gold in the honeycomb Like it or not, they got your number You can wait til sickness takes or the tide rips Break your bread with the Man instead, He keeps a tight ship If your named or not, you're just a number If you pray or not, you're just a number Die in vain seeking higher planes Gotta wake up baby, serfing U.S.America Lost along the way Dude used to surf, dude used to surf, dude used to surf Born on third, kick your spurs you plastic cowboy Enjoy the ride home, don't fret about the chumps you employ Those who call the shots and run the numbers Say you're the best we got, you're such a wonder Mind your lane, don't let em ride your wave This whole ocean's yours, we're serfin' U.S.America Lost along the way Dude used to surf, dude used to surf, dude used to surf Someday babe, it's gonna tear apart your head