text: Dumb surfer is giving me his cash
  Won a bet for fifty and now I need a slash
  Man this band thats playing, is playing fucking trash
  Skunk and onion gravy, as my brains potato mash
  He came across the back of a bureaucratic stash
  Shot the lot for credit and never got it back
  Hes mashed, Im mashed, were 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 debts 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 brains 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
  As my brains diluting, I suffer from whiplash
  This girls now screaming, I think weve gone and crashed
  The driver’s speaking and the car is still intact
  It was only minor, well thats the end of that
  Girl, that’s the end of that as I know
  Girl, some things you don’t know
  Dumb surfer, dont suffer
  Dumb surfer, dont suffer
  Dumb surfer, dont suffer
  Dumb surfer, dont suffer
  Ay, some things won’t change for a while
  Keep me, keep me as the villain
  But my prayer, you dont own