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Grab a hood to hide your face |
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Tie a shirt around your waist |
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Pull a sk8 from off the wall |
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It's time to crash the funeral hall |
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The Ghoul |
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Hunter is out tonight |
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But we don't really care |
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We're gonna give this town a fright |
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So citizens beware |
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We're homicidal retards |
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We're not afraid of cops |
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Our mission: |
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Carve the |
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Graveyard |
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We'll sk8 until we stop! |
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Waxing curbs and coffins too |
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The wax we use we made from you |
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If we see a bowl we'll fuckin shred |
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Gonna carve it up like we did your head |
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Our decks are made from tombstones |
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The trucks are hewn from bone |
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Slimeballs are the wheels of choice |
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The bearings? |
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Kidney stones |
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Cobwebs are our grip tape |
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And grip they surely do |
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Tonight we're gonna tear it up |
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And then we'll tear up you! |
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We're boneless in the boneyard |
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Well we took a swig of some numbskull |
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And headed out into the frigid night |
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We were cruising the town when we all heard a sound |
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The Ghoul |
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Hunter had us in his sights |
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We came at him with our sk8boards |
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He got a Pop |
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Shove-It to the lip |
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I did a Mc |
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Twist and landed on his wrist |
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And knocked the rifle right out of his grip |
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Cremator did a |
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Blunt Slide off his back |
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Switching to a |
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Disaster Grind |
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The Ghoul |
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Hunter racked by our |
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Ollie attacks |
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Was beginning to lose his mind |
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He had one more trick up his sleeve |
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A smoke bomb he quickly deployed |
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Once again he escaped, but not before getting scraped |
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A pastime we've come to enjoy |
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We sk8ed back to the graveyard in a rush |
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Our wheels trailing remnants of |
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Ghoul Hunter mush |
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Vengeance he vowed to exact and employ |
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We think he might really be getting annoyed |