The Grind

(J Pezzati)

Confusion, excitement, as tehy hit half pipe
There were screams, trucks crushing, they blew them away
There was nothing like 'em seen before and ever again
The crowd ensued upon eruption, echoed their name
Whoa Hey Ho Ho
Whoa Hey Ho
They're coming back to grind 'em
God they're comin' back for more
Whoa Hey Ho Ho
Whoa Hey Ho
There's nothing that could stop 'em
There's nothin' like 'em seen before
Believing, invincible, taking on the bowls
Breaking, escaping their adolescent mold
If they could call the shots they'd do nothin' else at all
It's what they keep from using, from goin' up the wall
Chorus
The theory that it degenerates just doesn't hold a truth
Can't you see the theorists malcontented?
All they need is just to skate and t obe left alone
Their futures fine, it'll not be circumvented
(1st Verse repeat, Chorus)