Down in the caves at the end of the surf
The Weredude slobbered and gave radical birth
Goreshack was born: despoiled, despotic
The new kings of gore and all that's necrotic
Every June 21st it appears on the beach
The shack made of flesh, where blood always seeps
They say that the five come and go as they please
Dragging hipsters to the shore as they prepare to feed
Playing a righteous blend of chronic Surf d**h
They raped all the shore with their stinky f**in' breath
They plotted the d**h of all the hipsters who whined
"Sweater Metal only man, no more Goregrind!"
Every summer night when the Goreshack sleeps
They giggle under the spell of a unified dream
They grind b**hes into meat and cheer when they scream
Watch zombie movies all night and pause on the titty scenes
Hanging with Terrorizer, barbecue in the back
The dudes from Repulsion munch on fresh zombie snacks
This isn't a dream, as a matter of fact
We sleepwalk and snore while we hack
We are the Goreshack ghouls and we slaughter fools
We'll cut you right open while we chug on our brews
We blast and we shred until you weep and you cry
Moshing and rocking is what we do while you die
Intestines on hooks, bones litter the ground
Megadeth blares and drowns the screams out
You better f**in' rage, now that Goreshack is here
So put on some Carca**, and grab yourself a beer
Our brutal boards and bright blue shorts will make you f**ing scream
Because once we're done and we've had our fun you'll be dying just to leave
But if you're not a douche bag, you have nothing to fear
Grab a chunk of zombie flesh to munch on with your beer
Yeah we slash up a**holes, but if you're thrashing you're the sh**
Grab the shoulders of your friends and jump into our pit!
Every summer night when the Goreshack shakes
Some posers got hacked, but those are the breaks
Of course they were eaten and beers got chugged
And some newly undead ladies pulled out their jugs
That's when we all cheered and sh** got raw
Then the Sheriff showed up, but that b**h is paid off
He just stood motionless, frozen in dread
He knows if he did sh**, we'd saw off his head
We are the Goreshack ghouls and we slaughter fools
We'll cut you right open while we chug on our brews
We blast and we shred until you weep and you cry
Moshing and rocking is what we do while you die
It's useless to run once you've heard that crazy laugh
"You can bet your f**ing a**, we'll slice you right in half!"
The posers had died out, and now all that remained
Were stank-a** werezombies who thrashed and ate brains!