Boneless

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 McTwist 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