| 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 fuckin 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 Mc | |
| Twist 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 |