Surfer Ticket

A dirty deal for a dream life stitched up by machines So well made, but innocent We use them for our means Although I know we're counting Living in square or jumping off mountains Nice to see you die To see you die nice Chocolates wasted in their backpacks on me Soldiers die for days like pay for tea Microwave at 33 will exist Eight racks of a ticket for Christmas Chill out, hop along You've got it wrong There's only me and Topcat knows Last night you snuck out and changed the codes Heaven will have to see Hell, we've always been here Your past is empty We neither know or care Chocolates wasted in their backpacks on me Soldiers die for days like pay for tea Microwave at 33 will exist Eight racks of a ticket for Christmas Newbie Stevens takes a peak Skid row settled Seven hundred bruised in his head Still nowhere to sleep Still nowhere to sleep Still nowhere to sleep Still nowhere to sleep Still nowhere to sleep