No Surf

There are no palm trees in the city
In the prison yard, no sea is enclosed
Rudy escapes, they're gonna catch you
Break your head, they're gonna bury you

In your gallery,
You can't see the end
And behind the bars,
You can't see the end
And the days go by,
You can't see the end
And you look at the sky,
You can't see the end,
You don't want to think.

The beach days are left behind
You sold your surfboard, started to work
If you could have chosen the end
You would have asked to go die by the sea

And in your gallery,
You can't see the end
And behind the bars,
You can't see the end
And the days go by,
You can't see the end
And you look at the sky,
You can't see the end,
You don't want to think.