David Ford - Surfin' Guantanamo Bay lyrics

All the high ground’s covered in a thick, black fog Any man of any honour he’ll be dying like a dog There’s an ill wind and it’s blowing up perfect, man, you know what I say? Pick up your waterboard and meet me down at Camp X-Ray Yeah, everybody’s gone surfin’ Guantanamo Bay I try to wash it all away in the swell But every wave digs my soul a little closer to Hell Try to push a little conscience to the back of my head Out in the water until the whole damn ocean turns to red Well the weather’s pushing ninety, but my blood runs cold And my faith is a slow, complicit torture for my soul Can you feel that fizz and it feels okay? I’m packing up all of my troubles, Wash them clean in the spray Yeah, everybody’s gone surfin’ Guantanamo Bay I try to wash it all away in the swell But every wave pulls my soul a little closer to Hell Try to push a little conscience to the back of my head Out in the water until the whole damn ocean turns to red...