Suffering and Surfing Songtext
von The Amsterdams

Livin′ in, I've created a monster
What am I to do you′re not in the room
Cried out, like you had an opinion
When did you get so cynical and upset?

Shouting out, this bedroom's a fortress
Television tunes for the kitchen knives
Mary Anne, so twisted and magic
You left an empty corridor in my bed


Bare with me, intellectual phony
Shopping season's over down your neighbourhood
Stay with me, suffering and surfing
Tiny little books about growing up

I shaved my legs from down
I waxed my hands to shine
I′ll mess up Mary Anne

Staying in, I′ve created a monster
Solitude's a castle for the soul
Crying out, like you had an opinion
But oh my god, no one′s listening

I shaved my legs from down
I waxed my hands to shine
I'll mess up Mary Anne


I waxed my hands to shine
I′ll mess up Mary Anne