Testo Surfer Ticket - A Certain Ratio
Testo della canzone Surfer Ticket (A Certain Ratio), tratta dall'album It All Comes Down to This
A dirty deal for a dream life stitched up by machines
So well made, but innocent
We use them for our means
Although I know we're counting
Living in square or jumping off mountains
Nice to see you die
To see you die nice
Chocolates wasted in their backpacks on me
Soldiers die for days like pay for tea
Microwave at 33 will exist
Eight racks of a ticket for Christmas
Chill out, hop along
You've got it wrong
There's only me and Topcat knows
Last night you snuck out and changed the codes
Heaven will have to see
Hell, we've always been here
Your past is empty
We neither know or care
Chocolates wasted in their backpacks on me
Soldiers die for days like pay for tea
Microwave at 33 will exist
Eight racks of a ticket for Christmas
Newbie Stevens takes a peak
Skid row settled
Seven hundred bruised in his head
Still nowhere to sleep
Still nowhere to sleep
Still nowhere to sleep
Still nowhere to sleep
Still nowhere to sleep
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Writer(s): Martin Richard Moscrop, Jeremy Edward Simon Kerr, Donald George Johnson
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