The Heads of Dead Surfers

A mid-life Adonis
A god-like forty year-old
Clear skin, clear head
Clear smile, dead style
Designer beach clothes
A little bit of a paunch

This beach-boy Achilles
A former leading light of radio
Drowned in suntan lotion
Makes a bold declaration
"We drove the Moors back into the sea and now we ride their waves"
And he muttered something about the positive vibes of the sea —
"I feel at one with the waves..."

He said, "Let's get a Big Mac, tune into happening sounds,-
Check out the chicks on the beach and chill out
Chill out
Chill out"

"We all crawled out of the sea"--and then he winked--"didn't we?"
"We drove the Moors back into the sea and now we ride their waves"

Bountiful in the cities
I am the fire in your lungs
I am the fire in your dead lungs
I am the fire in the airwaves

A & R man's dream!



Credits
Writer(s): Long Fin Killie
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