[00:15.27]All the high grounds covered in a thick, black fog[00:22.59]Any man of any honour hell be dying like a dog[00:29.94]Theres an ill wind and its blowing up perfect, man, you know what I say?[00:36.96]Pick up your waterboard and meet me down at Camp X-Ray[00:40.65]Yeah, everybodys gone surfin Guantanamo Bay[00:46.50]I try to wash it all away in the swell[00:48.03]But every wave digs my soul a little closer to Hell[00:51.84]Try to push a little conscience to the back of my head[00:54.93]Out in the water until the whole damn ocean turns to red[01:14.28]Well the weathers pushing ninety, but my blood runs cold[01:21.00]And my faith is a slow, complicit torture for my soul[01:28.47]Can you feel that fizz and it feels okay?[01:35.64]Im packing up all of my troubles,[01:37.71]Wash them clean in the spray[01:39.30]Yeah, everybodys gone surfin Guantanamo Bay[01:45.00]I try to wash it all away in the swell[01:46.68]But every wave pulls my soul a little closer to Hell[01:50.49]Try to push a little conscience to the back of my head[01:53.58]Out in the water until the whole damn ocean turns to red...