Låttexter:
Satanic Surfers Going Nowhere Fast

Yeah I'm the son of a evil one That's right, I'm the devil's son Werewolf when the full moon shines, Turn to witch round Eastertown Evil Oh, evil And

Yeah I'm the son of a evil one That's right, I'm the devil's son Werewolf when the full moon shines, turn to witch round Eastertown Evil Oh, evil And

We don't have to feel it The pain behind what we are served, just food on a plate, a disintegrated creature (How much do we know) About what we eat

I remember when we started And this was not what we wanted, seems we lost perspective of our goal to have fun in the first place Cause right now this

[x2] There's nothing wrong with having dreams and trying to fullfill them Cause there's no easy answers, life's a never ending lesson, never know what

I have my opinions and I try to stick to them, call me childish if you want But I guess the concept of that depends on who sets the norm And if submitting

He comes home late from work, expects dinner to be served, a big steak cause real men need meat, has two kids already, a third one on the way and a grown

Worn out words and platitudes, the more they talk the less we understand Shoved around in circles Like pieces of dirt while the oppressive forces alter