Dum Surfer E

Tom suffer. He's giving me his best. Won a bet for fifty, and now I need A slash. Man this band is playing, Is playing fucking trash. Skunking on you, baby, it's my brain potato mash. We came across the back of the bureaucratic stash. Shoved off for credit and never got it back. He's mashed, I'm mashed, we're mashed. That cat got slashed, screaming half like that. This thing is completely stupid. I'm seeing this guy in red. The stuff I didn't absorb it, I need another Slash. She's spoken English, it was lonely where We're sat. Remembering her face, But that's the end of that. On the steps to madness, this fucking queen played Me snaps. God-spitting embarrassed, Need to get back to the lab. In the depths of traffic, was feeling like we Crashed. With a gallon's of acid and never being Cashed. In the scatter habits, I can see memory's trashed. If we were commuting, this train would fucking Crash. Now my brain's diluting, We blame the guilt that lashed. Get lashed, get lashed. By who was the guy? By who was the guy? By who was the guy? As my brain's diluting, I suffer from whiplash. This girl's now screaming, "I think we're gonna Crash." The driver's sneaking and the car is still Intact. It was all in my mind, Oh well that's the end of that. Well that's the end of that as I know. There are some things you don't know. Oh. Tom Suffer. Tom suffer. Tom suffer. Tom suffer. Tom suffer. Tom suffer. Tom suffer. Tom Suffer. Hey, some things don't change for a while. Keep me, keep me at the village. But I beg you, oh Lord. He's giving me his best.