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