Suf Combat (Live from Riot Fest 2006, Chicago)

Staring at the lifeguards hear mommy scream

I ain't got no morals it's a bloody wayout dream

The noon day sun makes you want to kill

Mining all beaches flying hands and feet

Poison in your thermos is no fun but discreet

Muscle beach is now pork chop hill

Ooooh

Shish kabob bikinis napalm makes you vomit

As it sizzles off your weenie surf combat