| Confusion, excitement, as they hit half pipe
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| There were screams, trucks crushing, blew them away
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| There was nothing like 'em seen before and ever again
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| The crowd ensued upon eruption, echoed their name
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| Whoa hey ho ha
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| Whoa hey ho
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| They’re comin' back to grind 'em
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| God they’re comin' back for more
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| Whoa hey ho ho
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| Whoa hey ho
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| There’s nothing that could stop 'em
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| Nothing like 'em seen before
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| Believing, invincible, taking on the bowls
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| Breaking, escaping their adolescent mold
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| If they could call the shots they’d do nothing else at all
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| It’s what they keep from using, from going up the wall
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| Whoa hey ho ha
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| Whoa hey ho
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| They’re comin' back to grind 'em
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| God they’re comin' back for more
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| Whoa hey ho ho
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| Whoa hey ho
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| There’s nothing that could stop 'em
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| There’s nothing like 'em seen before
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| The theory that it generates just doesn’t hold a truth
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| Can’t you see the theorists malcontented?
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| All they need is just to right and to be left alone
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| Their future’s fine, it’ll not be circumvented
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| Confusion, excitement, as they hit half pipe
|
| There were screams, trucks crushing, blew them away
|
| There was nothing like 'em seen before and ever again
|
| The crowd ensued upon eruption, echoed their name
|
| Whoa hey ho ha
|
| Whoa hey ho
|
| They’re comin' back to grind 'em
|
| God they’re comin' back for more
|
| Whoa hey ho ho
|
| Whoa hey ho
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| There’s nothing that could stop 'em
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| There’s nothing like 'em seen before |