Grindcore vacation, paradise found
Speed freaks appear from the ferns
Rivet-heads, hell rats, longhairs & skins
On a coconut bong they take turns
That’s right, on a coconut bong they take turns
Thrash beats are pounded on pineapples and
Gurgling voices repeat
Other tourists stare but the grindheads don’t care
‘Cause they think it sounds pretty neat
You heard me, they think it sounds pretty neat
Just then three of them break away from the pack
Wearing black shirts and flip-flops they search for a snack
Metal Rob stops to pee and looks down at the ground
He returns with some pieces of rock that he found
Blast Beat Pete inspects it and then promptly concludes
“This shit is lava we’ve got right here dudes.”
With high fives exchanged they return to the beach
The lava they bring has a lesson to teach
Lava kills in a pack – you’ll run!
Lava starts to attack – you’re done!
If you think you can beat – deadly curse!
If you think you will live – book a fuckin’ hearse!
At home on the mainland the bad luck it mounts
Pele the Goddess is pissed
She curses each grind fan who stole her lava
Crushing with a long reaching fist
Illnesses, tragedies, blood sprays from legs
Rare 7”s burst into flame
Send back the lava, send it back now
Or you might just derail a train