Stephen Lysak - Obituary for Dick Dale Lyrics

Hey brother, could I ask to bum a cigarette
I don't smoke but I sure could use the thought
Oh mama, don't you pray away my sins
You know I paid a lot of flesh to be this lost

Hey Richard, have you taken surf rock with you?
Tarantino and I wish it weren't true
Our father, gave us heaven with a fender
How could death derail dick dale and Miserlou

Why bother, when each second lasts for years
This water will not boil; why not tip the pot?
Don't worry, if you start to see my ribs
I lost a couple decades learning how to rot

Born Boston, May of 1937
I'm a bastard now in 2019 March
Rest peacefully and send us all your spirits
All hale the one and only King of Surf Guitar