Surf Combat - Naked Raygun

Staring at the lifeguards

Hear mommy scream

I ain’t got no morals

It’s a bloody wayout dream

The noon-day sun makes you want to kill

Mining all beaches

Flying hands and feet

Poison in your Thermos

Is no fun but discreet

Muscle Beach is now Pork Chop Hill

Barbecuring babies

Shish-kabob bikinis

Napalm makes you vomit

As it sizzles off your weenie

Surf combat