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 headTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
