Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Surfin' Guantanamo Bay, artist - David Ford. Album song Let The Hard Times Roll, in the genre КантриDate of issue: 31.01.2010
Record label: The Magnolia Label
Song language: English
Surfin' Guantanamo Bay |
| All the high ground’s covered in a thick, black fog |
| Any man of any honour he’ll be dying like a dog |
| There’s an ill wind and it’s blowing up perfect, man, you know what I say? |
| Pick up your waterboard and meet me down at Camp X-Ray |
| Yeah, everybody’s gone surfin' Guantanamo Bay |
| I try to wash it all away in the swell |
| But every wave digs my soul a little closer to Hell |
| Try to push a little conscience to the back of my head |
| Out in the water until the whole damn ocean turns to red |
| Well the weather’s pushing ninety, but my blood runs cold |
| And my faith is a slow, complicit torture for my soul |
| Can you feel that fizz and it feels okay? |
| I’m packing up all of my troubles |
| Wash them clean in the spray |
| Yeah, everybody’s gone surfin' Guantanamo Bay |
| I try to wash it all away in the swell |
| But every wave pulls my soul a little closer to Hell |
| Try to push a little conscience to the back of my head |
| Out in the water until the whole damn ocean turns to red… |