On the strand you¹re still wasted, empty heads that just want head, surfers have all washed away and the skaters no longer play, no more artists can be found, not a creative thought around, where'd all he individuals go?, all that¹s left are stupid bros.
Don't I know you from High School, went nowhere, are you still cool? (It¹s) fraternity culture without the education, no culture just consumerism, civil rest, Just get drunk, no rebellion just conformity, keep reliving memories of your past, shove them up your fucking ass.
Down on the Strand, in the sun and the sand, where life is so grand (A life that I can¹t stand)
Fashion do's, better not don't, or you¹ll be going home alone, breeding ground for date rapists, possession and penetration go hand in hand, formulated American culture, designed to keep the stupid breeding, last call goes off as planned, everyone's getting laid tonight.
Down on the Strand, in the sun and the sand, where life is so grand (A life that I can¹t stand)
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