CBGBS Songtext

Beach boy bonanza, sun rise, get up
Surfin' on the curb for inception of a set up
Planet of black granite, halos above it
The autopsy can't top me, beloved
Dissect survival, passed on the whisper
Placed on the mother who shunned, now it's the
Boys who shot joy inside the violent
Hell from New York with a mars inside it
This is for the bottom of the deck (yo, who got squad?)
They call us the the little goat cheese (let's get the engine, baby)