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