The Grind - Naked Raygun

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)