Sand Dunes - Epic Beard Men, Sage Francis, B. Dolan

No matter who’s first let’s start the show

There are no rules go for what you know

No matter who’s first

No matter who’s first

No matter who’s first

No matter matter matter matter

No matter who’s first let’s start

No matter who’s first let’s start the show

This ain’t no playground these ain’t no gym clothes

This ain’t no foolin' around

This is Nerf saw turf war hurry cause it might rain

Rebel child soldiers strikin' matches off the bike chain

Six million flammable liquids mixed in a gallon jug

Drop a match and run, blast that castle to a cloud of dust

Mama wasn’t proud of us

She say ‘Y'all are some damn fools

Don’tchu know to do that type of dirt down at the sand dunes?'

Disrespectful vandals.

Prepubescent packrats

One plus two equals a crew, next a few you add fast

Couple more’s a whole clan, posse up and clap back

I stepped to a grown man!

(Uh huh, we got us a badass!)

Nah, I sized him up like toe to toe

Told him old man don’t you know?

Half us little bastards learned to plaster in a broken home

Tree forts gets surrounded by more boundaries than the Pope in Rome

We don’t fear the older kids we throwin' stones and hold our own!

They tried to pull a pellet gun by the swings in the park

We called they motherfuckin' bluff;

came back with slingshots

And told em ‘kick rocks' or leave your toys in the attic

Found a body in the woods it was La Toya Jackson

(Jesus, where’d you get this?)

At the sand dunes, ya know?

Matter matter matter matter

No matter who’s first let’s start the show (yeah yeah, you know it!)

No matter who’s first let’s start the show

No matter who’s first

No matter who’s first (at the sand dunes)

No matter who’s first

No matter matter matter matter

No matter who’s first let’s start the show (yeah yeah, you know it!)

There are no rules go for what you know

Come to the sand dunes fool, get your cocoon on

These geniuses are intravenously hooked up to Boone’s Farm (you might lose an

arm)

You don’t wanna mess with generation bottom shelf

We hard as hell

I got a stick with a nail in it to rock your belt (yeah, I’m off my rocker)

And now we’re back in acid washed jean jackets

They fit like a fingerless glove, love, and got mean patches

The latchkey kids developed a complex syndrome

So we take it to outside when it’s all stress in home

And no, we do not make house calls unless we on our Jerky Boys

Pre-caller ID steez, stealing foul balls

Collecting can tabs to make a necklace so I can cash it in for passionate ten

seconds with a young lass who’s hip to the fashion

Slick with stash of pornographic images hidden in hollowed out tree trunks

scattered all around the cabin

(In the backwoods) with the windows smashed in 'cause it’s been abandoned

Now ‘all your base belong to us' black mold and rust

If I’m not the last man standing, if I’m not the king of the hill

I might switch the game with little shame and put this stick in your grill

And if you snitch I might pitch these foul balls to your sis

It’s all fair in puppy love and rock wars where the fuck we live

No matter who’s first let’s start the show

At the sand dunes, ya know?

No matter who’s first

No matter who’s first

No matter matter matter matter matter (yeah yeah, you know it!) who’s first

Let’s start the show

There are no rules

Go for what you know

Go for what you know (at the sand dunes, ya know?)

No matter matter matter matter who’s first

Let’s start the show

There are no rules (yeah yeah, you know it!) go for what you know