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STARING AT THE LIFE GUARDS. HEAR MOMMIES SCREAM.
I AIN'T GOT NO MORALS. JUST A BLOODY WAYOUT DREAM.
THE MID-DAY SUN MAKES YOU WANT TO KILL.
MINING ALL BEACHES. FLYING HANDS AND FEET.
POISON IN YOUR THERMOS. IT'S NO FUN BUT DISCREET.
MUSCLE BEACH IS NOW PORK CHOP HILL.
BARBECUING BABIES. SHISHKABOB BIKINIS.
NALPALM MAKES YOU VOMIT AS IT SIZZLES OFF YOUR WEENIE.
SURF COMBAT. - Camilo Gonzalez

"Surf Combat" by Naked Raygun from their "Throb Throb" LP (1985).

SURF NAZIS MUST DIE!

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