The Husbands - Used To Surf Lyrics

Wake up alone, a pile of bones on autopilot
Thinking of home neath the biodome sun on your eyelids
If you stay or not, they got your number
If you pray or not, they got your number
Liquid gold in the honeycomb
Like it or not, they got your number

You can wait til sickness takes or the tide rips
Break your bread with the Man instead, He keeps a tight ship
If your named or not, you're just a number
If you pray or not, you're just a number
Die in vain seeking higher planes
Gotta wake up baby, serfing U.S.America

Lost along the way
Dude used to surf, dude used to surf, dude used to surf

Born on third, kick your spurs you plastic cowboy
Enjoy the ride home, don't fret about the chumps you employ
Those who call the shots and run the numbers
Say you're the best we got, you're such a wonder
Mind your lane, don't let em ride your wave
This whole ocean's yours, we're serfin' U.S.America

Lost along the way
Dude used to surf, dude used to surf, dude used to surf

Someday babe, it's gonna tear apart your head