We don't wake in the morning, we stay up all night
Just before the sunrise, we hit the fuckin tide
The water chills our bodies, the coral slits our veins
We fall off of our boards, then we rise to surf again
Lurk out of the water, with barnacles and crabs
The girls laugh and point but we just stare at their ass
If any fake ass posers try to sneak up on our surf
theyll be dead by dawn and buried in the earth
Moshing is the ritual of blood and pain and flesh
Bang your fuckin head, thrash to the death
Stomp your booted feat, swing your elbows
Break somebodies nose with a flurry of blows
Moving in a circle, at a frantic pace
Don't be afraid there's no loser in this race
When somebody falls, pick their ass up
If they're in a cardigan, stomp their bitchy guts.
There's one command in our minds
It pounds loudly through our heads
Surf Mosh Kill!
It's our creed, fuck the rest
Zombie brigade attack
Our knives slice through your neck
Surf Mosh Kill
SMK carved in your chest
No chance of survival
There wont be anything left
Surf Mosh Kill!
To the fucking death!
When the sun sets, we head out to some shows
Sacrifyx is playing! be sure to tell your bros
Grab some malt liquor, at least 300 cans
If we get lucky we'll be doing keg stands
The crowed erupted, a vortex in the dark
some dude crowd surfed on an inflatable shark
Posers were cleaved, and hipsters were beaten
Weredude brought a date, but that bitch got eaten!
Bang your head, foam at the mouth, till you can't no more
If you're too cool for that shit you'll be axed with no remorse!
Surfing beer and titties, metal, meat and shows
Moshing, zombies, horror movies, that is what we love

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