Surf Combat

Staring at the lifeguards
Hearing mommies scream
I ain't got no morals
It's a bloody wayout dream

The midday sun makes ya wanna kill

Mining all beaches
Flying hands and feet
Playing with their morals
Is no fun but discreet

Muscle Beach is now Pork Chop Hill

Ahhhhhh
And their string bikinis
Napalm makes you vomit
As it sizzles off your weenie

Surf combat