| 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 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: Carve the 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? |
| 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 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 Shove-It to the lip
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| I did a McTwist 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 Blunt Slide off his back
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| Switching to a Disaster Grind
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| The Ghoul Hunter racked by our 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 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 |