Powersliding the sidewalk
Six pack frozen to hand
When the mullet meets the cold cold wind
You cant stop the ginger haired man
He's up in the clouds
Pissing off god
That grim goat-tee
Of our kin Justin Codd
His boards made of fire
And so is his hair
Hellhound Sludge by his side
They ride They ride
They Fucking Ride
Crawling out of the mountain
Hangovers creep faster at night
Drowning in another can
Drops in and takes flight
(solo)
His boards made of fire
And so is his hair
Hellhound Sludge by his side
They ride They ride
They Fucking Ride
He wont get speedwables
With barings of bone
So he puts on a record,
You guessed it..... Darkthrone!!
