Skate punks, surf punks
Gutter ramp style
Edge of your camp
With blood in our eyes
He who dares to crawl
Down our punch bowl peak
Must care to brawl
With our stump knuckle beat
Beer bottles, glass pimples, checkerboard feet
We've given our warning
You'll suffer defeat
The line is drawn twice
In sand and concrete
Proceed at deaf risk
Neon hoodlums in heat
We've got wind in our bones
Shock strong swollen bellies
Razor blades in our toes
Incisors aplenty
Locals Only Forever
On land and in sea
Punks til we die
Our souls have decreed
