King Krule – Dum Surfer

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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 brains potato mash
He came across the back of a bureaucratic stash
Shot the lot for credit
And never got it back
He’s smashed, 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 brains diluting, we blame it to the crash
Getting lashed getting lashed by all of the gods

By all of the gods

As my brains 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 it was only minor and this’ the end of that

Girl that’s the end of that as we know
Girl some things you don’t know

Dumb surfer
Don’t suffer

Some things won’t change for a while

So keep me as the villain
But my prayer, you don’t own

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