Surfing Down the Centuries

One thing that gets my goat surfin' down the centuries Is no fun no peace no joke makin' fires and enemies Our need to burn all bridges With a certain ease and shame Leaves me hot upon my boogie board Did some one call the fire brigade? I turn into the wave of euphoric stupidity No sense no pence no point What else do they expect to be? Oh no no no that's not right That sure as hell ain't free When the almighty beach-bum comes You won't see, you'll want sea! One thing that stunts my growth surfin' down the centuries Is no space no taste no hope make a stand for apathy In varied inactive stages Until your toes get numb As the wave comes crashing in and You get yourselves burnt by the relentless sun All washed up and good for nowt In the era of the dream Just like our King George did spout There's one for you 19 for me Oh no no no that's not right That sure as hell ain't free When the almighty beach-bum comes You won't see, you'll want sea!