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(SURFING ON A) PILE OF MESS

I’ve spent my time floating for the most
Halfway between the best and the worst
Stepping on feet, shaking hands
Signing agreements in the sand

One foot on the train, the other down
A wife by the sea, another downtown
Life is good if you know how to live it
If you play by the rules but you push to their limit

I’m surfing on a pile of mess,
surfing on a pile of mess
Surfing on a pile of mess,
surfing on a pile of mess

Good times come and good times go
How am I still alive? Well, I don’t know
I guess it’s a matter of timing and adaptation
Megalomania and abnegation

I’m surfing on a pile of mess,
surfing on a pile of mess
Surfing on a pile of mess,
surfing on a pile of mess

I don’t give a damn what you think or what you feel
I’m surfing on snake oil and scrounged meals
Till the day that I’ll be lowered in my grave
All I got to do is to ride that wave

Can’t you hear? Ain’t it your telephone that rings?
I can make you a big shot, I can make you a king
I’ll teach you all I know, I will be your man
Now take your board and catch me if you can

We’ll go surfing on a pile of mess,
surfing on a pile of mess
Surfing on a pile of mess,
surfing on a pile of mess

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I spent my life mostly floating
Halfway between the best and the worst
Stomping feet, shaking hands
Signing deals on the sand

One foot on the train, the other down
A wife at sea, the other in town
Life is beautiful if you know how to handle it
If you respect the rules but always push them to their limit

I'm surfing on a mountain of trouble,
surfing on a mountain of trouble
I'm surfing on a mountain of trouble,
surfing on a mountain of trouble

Luck goes, luck comes
How am I still alive? Well, I don't know
I think it's a matter of timing and adaptation
Megalomania and self-denial

I'm surfing on a mountain of trouble,
surfing on a mountain of trouble
I'm surfing on a mountain of trouble,
surfing on a mountain of trouble

I don't care what you think or what you feel
I surf on snake oil and free lunches
Until the day they lower me into the grave
All I have to do is ride the wave

Can't you hear? Your phone is ringing
I can make you a big shot, make you a king
I'll teach you everything I know, I'll be your man
Grab your board and join me, if you can

And we'll go surfing on a mountain of trouble,
surfing on a mountain of trouble
I'm surfing on a mountain of trouble,
surfing on a mountain of trouble

THE CROWSROADS • 3923706803 / 3404582812 • thecrowsroadsdate@gmail.com