“Night Surfer”

Lonely Desolation (LYRICS)

She was running

With a shotgun

I could hear the sirens

But I couldn’t move

I couldn’t even catch my breath

She was hiding

In the patterns

Of her mothers apron

When I left that girl

She was just a little thing

But the summer is gone

And the leaves are turning over

It’s another day gone

I’m another year older

Desolation

Lonesome lonely desolation

I was seeking understanding

They took a 14 -year-old boy

Yeah they locked him up

They tried to turn him into a man

She told me what I need is absolution

I said absolution girl

Come on now

That’s gonna be hard to arrange

But the summer is gone

And the leaves are turning over

It’s another day gone

I’m another year older

Desolation

Lonesome lonely desolation

But the summer is gone

And the leaves are turning over

It’s another day gone

I’m another year older

And the tooth won’t come out

And you can’t find a doctor

Desolation

Lonesome lonely desolation

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“Night Surfer”

Guilty As A Saint (LYRICS)

I was just an altar boy

Until I lost my way

I signed up for the war

To see who I could save

Oh but baby, I’m back on the street

My face a little longer

My mind on repeat

Guilty as a saint

Darkness was my enemy

The dark was my friend

I was a connoisseur

With my own blend

One day the light fell on my face

I began to moan

Six billion people in the world

And I sleep alone

Guilty as a saint

Guilty as a senator

Guilty as a judge

I’m sorry I couldn’t be

The man I never was

I wandered through the wind and rain

My head in my hands

I had nowhere to free my mind

Nowhere to even stand

Then I met an angel

Right here on the street

She couldn’t play the harp at all

Or even keep a beat

Guilty as a saint…

Guilty as a saint

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“Night Surfer”

Countrified Inner-City Technological Man (LYRICS)

Countrified Inner-City

Countrified Inner-City

Countrified Inner-City Technological Man

I don’t want your surveillance

Nothing here I want to relive

I don’t want to look into the camera

Knowing how it’s going to end

Already knowing how it’s going to end

And I don’t to hear no lonesome whistle

I don’t want to hear that sound

I can’t tell one day from the other

Still I wonder where we are right now

Can’t help but wonder where we are right now

Countrified Inner-City

Countrified Inner-City

Countrified Inner-City Technological Man

¡Countrified! (is ¡ ! intentional?)

You got to stand on the corner

Shouting in a megaphone

Don’t want to hear about the power of Jesus

Choking on a payday loan

You can follow your heart, babe

You can follow your nose

They’re going to tell you that they’re open all night

There’s only one place here that’s never closed

Give me a holler, cause we never close

Ooh!

Countrified Inner-City

Countrified Inner-City

Countrified Inner-City Technological Man

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