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Dumb surfer is giving me his cash Won a bet for fifty and now I need a slash Man this band that's playing, is playing fucking trash Skunk and onion gravy, as my brain's potato mash He came across the back of a bureaucratic stash Shot the lot for credit and never got it back He's mashed, I'm mashed, we're 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 brain's 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 brain's diluting, I suffer from whiplash This girl's now screaming, I think we've gone and crashed The driver's speaking and the car is still intact SongtexteIt was only minor, well that's the end of that Girl, that's the end of that as I know Girl, some things you don't know Dumb surfer, don't suffer Dumb surfer, don't suffer Dumb surfer, don't suffer Dumb surfer, don't suffer Ay, some things won't change for a while Keep me, keep me as the villain But my prayer, you don't own Aus Songtexte Mania