The Grind

Confusion, excitement, as they hit half pipe.
there were screams, trucks crushing, they 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 taming back to grind 'em
God they’re comin' back for more
Whoa Hey Ho Ho
Whoa Hey Ho
There’s nothing that could stop 'em
There’s nothin' like 'em seen before
Believing, invincible, taking on the bowls.
Breaking, escaping their adolescent mold.
If they could call the shots they’d do nothin. else at all
It’s what they keep from using, from goin' up the wall.
The theory that it degenerates just doesn’t hold a truth.
Can’t you see the theorists malcontented?
All they need is lust to stake and be left alone.
Their future’s fine, it’ll not be circumvented.
(1st Verse repeat, Chorus)