Lyrics The Heads of Dead Surfers - Long Fin Killie, Mark E. Smith

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 a little bit of 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!»
(Mark Smith)
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
(incomprehensible)
A & R man’s dream!