To all the corpses
in metal coffins
along the freeway
and in the office:
To all the corporate
spillin their coffee:
we do not copy
The human spirit's still alive
Down by the ocean
It was so awesome
Out of the city
We all went surfin
It was so pretty
Under the moonlight
She was my woman
She was my woman
We won't be laughin when
her wave comes crashin in
Please God, don't let it be
a seaside tragedy