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Satanic Surfers Songs From The Crypt

I can't believe What I see with my own eyes is impossible to me Must be a nightmare Close my eyes Count one two three But it's not gone It's still there

I have a friend whose only joy in life Is to skate, surf and masturbate That's all he wants to do And I think that's really great But one day he had

It's so hard waking up on a sunday morning Look at the time then you go to sleep again The few things you can remember You already regret You were not

My girlfriend's dad took my skateboard away That's why I'm looking through the trash Guess I don't have a skateboard no more 'Cause all I found was dust

So I woke up in the morning Open my eyes to a brand new day Take my skateboard, go to school And a six-pack on the way Nice, Nice, It's such a nice

I took my board, went to the beach Sat in the sand, looked at the sea There came this pretty girl Stopped and sat down beside me I said I was waiting

Do you ever think about the days, It was summer and we just lounged, About whith our skates, Doing nothing much was our way of life, exept getting loaded