The Heads of Dead Surfers Lyrics

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

A & R man's dream!