Lyrics
Leave it up to me if you can't decide
I wanna punch your ticket take you for a ride
At the point where the bats attack
You don't need to front cuz I got your back
And you got mine
Most of the time
Follow me down to the bottom of the gulch
We're sippin' rarified air like a wild punch
And I can't imagine feeling more alive
Until they kill our love and crush our vibe forever
The drummer's name was Trevor
As a matter of fact
Never took the time just to look around
Cuz when I did I found
The lowest forms of life
Just a waste of skin
They tear you limb from limb
To get a laugh how nice
Baby let's surf
The tidal wave of hate
Cynical villains creepin' over the side
I got a hunch your biscuit got no jam inside
I buried all of my accolades
I got a box full of daggers out on display
And one of these days
I'm gonna sharpen them up
Locked in a barrel going over the falls
It's such a long way down
When they're banging on the walls
Even sunny days
You're gonna catch some shade
Where the shadow falls
Baby let's surf
The tidal wave of hate
And there's no end to
The harsh sentiments that you must endure
Are we supposed to
Just lay down and die
Tell the bats
They were right?
Let's go back to the rarefied air
Say what you want now see if I care
Let's surf
The tidal wave of hate
Baby let's surf
The tidal wave of hate