Beach Party
Wednesday night at the SoCal beach
Cruising on down the PCH
Looking to bring on a bit of the ruckus
Hope cops on segways don't come and fuck us
Nothing like a beach party with your band
Lighting big fires in the west coast sand
For once we're not burning down your church
But that doesn't save us from a strip search
But one night under the moon over Marin
A blue beef blob stands and won't stop starin'
Lights started flashing bright blue and red
Fuck veggie dogs, we'll roast pigs instead
Run run mothafuckas run run mothafuckas
Run run mothafuckas run run mothafuckas
We hoist them over our Stonefire Grill
Skinning them alive like Buffalo Bill
It's our 1st annual State Waste luau
Bring your kids, and milk the sacred cow
Basting the bastards like a big blue turkey
Scraps can be made into real jerk jerky
You can have seconds, or even third reichs
Cause this is what direct action looks like
Thought we were alone, but oh, Jesus
Some surfer dude in the distance sees us
Dumping all the bones into a ditch
Hope that jock itch ain't also a snitch
Run run mothafuckas run run mothafuckas
Run run mothafuckas run run mothafuckas
Run run mothafuckas run run mothafuckas
Run run mothafuckas run run mothafuckas
Cruising on down the PCH
Looking to bring on a bit of the ruckus
Hope cops on segways don't come and fuck us
Nothing like a beach party with your band
Lighting big fires in the west coast sand
For once we're not burning down your church
But that doesn't save us from a strip search
But one night under the moon over Marin
A blue beef blob stands and won't stop starin'
Lights started flashing bright blue and red
Fuck veggie dogs, we'll roast pigs instead
Run run mothafuckas run run mothafuckas
Run run mothafuckas run run mothafuckas
We hoist them over our Stonefire Grill
Skinning them alive like Buffalo Bill
It's our 1st annual State Waste luau
Bring your kids, and milk the sacred cow
Basting the bastards like a big blue turkey
Scraps can be made into real jerk jerky
You can have seconds, or even third reichs
Cause this is what direct action looks like
Thought we were alone, but oh, Jesus
Some surfer dude in the distance sees us
Dumping all the bones into a ditch
Hope that jock itch ain't also a snitch
Run run mothafuckas run run mothafuckas
Run run mothafuckas run run mothafuckas
Run run mothafuckas run run mothafuckas
Run run mothafuckas run run mothafuckas
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Writer(s): Steven Elias
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