Dewar - Surfer Blood

Back when you were immature

Fast asleep in class you were

Dreaming of your grandfather

Selling sod from cemetery plots

Now he had the right stuff

To pass the time in school is hard enough

After class said «what a jerk»

To criticize a student’s work

Especially in front of everyone

It was only tongue in cheek

Just another chip

On the shoulder of

A brooding little boy

Who’ll one day bring the nations to their knees

Wasted days

Slotted Spoon

Paper moon

On a summer’s day he said

There’s no mystery no more

If it comes to pass

Each day could be our last

And who can count their blessings

When their days are numbered too?

All our days are numbered

You struck a match

Started to cry

Cry

Cry

Cry

Now you’re on the winning team

Brand new IBM machine

Sure, it isn’t what it seems

But it’ll do for a utopia

Money, drugs, and sex

In the military industrial complex

Our fates are written in the stars

Competition, waging wars

Just a couple micrograms

Of a new enriched plutonium

And oh, I don’t know when

Or how it will begin

Or how to trust a whim

Or notion you’re no longer making sense

Reading this

Cast a stone

Leave alone

On a gloomy day he said «there's no dignity no more»

No one wants to hear a sixty-five year engineer

So you packed your bags and left

Clear across the continent

Now your pensions’s coming

You closed the blinds

Started to cry

Cry

Cry

Cry

Weapons grade

One act play

Drum and bass

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