dum surfer

King Krule

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
It 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

Ayy, some things won t change for a while
Keep me, keep me as the villain
But my prayer, you don t own
He s giving me his cash