Letra de Surf The Apocalypse

When the Sun ignites the boggy swamp (in which our bodies lie) Our jaded eyes should trip the light like phosphorescent fires When reapers of the rift pull your name from their bony lips You better stand up on your grave and surf the apocalypse Rails laid For Funeral Trains Another sip of bile again Heading for the palace of the gutter Shaking like a quarrel of mothers Come cry in the wrath of love Don't dream of a heaven above Till Christ warms his campfire war boots Let the tongues of a corpse address you! When reapers of the rift pull your name from their bony lips You better stand up on your grave and surf the apocalypse Corpse-rollers on gas masked goats Rolling dice on rotten souls A game of bones and throats This is how you're bought and sold Submerged skull smiles flirt Perfumes of exhaust fume dirt Sliding round the atomic wave town This is the way the shit comes down Let's go surfing now Everybody's learning how Let's go surfing now Everybody's learning how