Surfing Souls

January for the girls, trains for the boys
And an endless time to dream
Joy to Mother Earth
Death row, placentas, and birth
And the eggs that are frying in the pan
I'm heading down to my studio
I'm painting the beautiful people around the world
HEY, HEY, HEY
I don't want to be an astronaut
Or have to type in Times New Roman font
I just wanna be somebody that you know
That held onto reality, until I let them go
Til I let them go
Good luck to constitutions
And the creators of solutions
And the checks to the unemployed
Cherish what matters, but beware of what flatters
And matter of facts you avoid
I'm heading down to the studio
I'm painting the beautiful people around the world
HEY, HEY, HEY
I don't want to be an astronaut
Or have to type in Times New Roman font
I just wanna be somebody that you know
That held onto reality, until I let them go
Til I let them go
Hey hey hey hey
Somebody that you know
My other sandcastle and the crashing wave
And the surfin souls of the brave
And the surfin souls of the brave
And the surfin souls of the brave
HEY, HEY, HEY
I don't want to be an astronaut
Or have to type in Times New Roman font
I just wanna be somebody that you know
That held onto reality, until I let them go
Til I let them go



Credits
Writer(s): Gregory Carlton Hayes
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