Boneless-Ghoul

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