620 W. Surf Songtext
von Michael McDermott

If you call me up and I′m not home
Leave a message on my telephone
I'll call you back
I read the pages from the book of truth
But there was a chapter missing on proof
So I got drunk
At 620 W. Surf
I went to church just to pray
Came back home feeling the same way
But I still believe
I heard music in my dreams
Then I woke up to the sounds of screams
But not to worry, it was only me
At 620 W. Surf
I am an idiot, I am a fool


I am to what I believe a broken tool
Or the spokesperson of a damned forbidden prophet
I am a lunatic, I am insane
I am nothing that will ever remain
Just a misplaced, morose, mocked, moron, minstrel
At 620 W. Surf
To what extent do I exist
To what extreme will I be missed
When I go to the bathroom
I see angels in the stars
Outside my window I see metal bars
And I hear a man with a coal miner′s cough
At 620 W. Surf
At 620 W. Surf
Apartment Number 5