Party, over at midnight, sleep until two
A finger in the side, damning the rude outside
tearing your peach-fried mind (that's bottom-of-the-sea born)
and loving it
Hey, bone down there ain't no halfway 3D ground
You turn on your own arm to get the chaos and deals in motion
And to best this is rote to end on a C note
Willie-boy checks his gun - go pistolero -
and turns to watch the surfer girls
Bag that blue hyaline
Good sailing once you pay for your seas in gloaming
She, skin train below the wreck of pleasant rain
and clocks made of seed that falls to your feet like motel ice
Dusk keeps a torque and I'll sing so long as
dreams speak of the flood (I see you in most of them)
but not the ruining shifts of sand
Here are the rules of life:
A tank to borrow, a cup to save.
In the wake and in the blood,
the bleach-black sea rolls over
the diamond backs of surfer girls
- 专辑：The Glory of Man Is Not in Vogue
- 歌手：Mudville
- 歌曲：Surfer Girls