Tekster:
Subb Ultimate Highstep To Hell

Oh yeah! We're heading to the beach, Oh yeah! We're heading to the beach Oh yeah! To roast under the sun Oh yeah! To roast under the sun Oh yeah! The

You scream like a drag queen And cause major scenes Every time you get back You give misbelieve It's kind of my fault I'm always too clean On The scene

I hear you walking your breath refreshes me I knock on your door to see if this is real I see it all bluntly as you drive me by This dog, is licking

The way you look at things it amounts to The same As looking through a barrel of a shotgun that's loaded You take things as they are, you take things

Are you just like me, binded by authority? The violence in the news today, it makes me wanna say; "Fuck you and all your lies, you'll never realize what

Dear Mr. Gun I don't know where you've gone I'd load you up with lead To shoot myself in The head I'd wish you back soon Cause my life ain't really worth