Goreshack - Surfing Through the Eyes of the Dead lyrics

Gather 'round all you boils and ghouls For a camp fire story that'll make you drool I'm not the Crypt Keeper, I'm just creep But I'll tell you 'bout the Witchdoctor of Wormwood Beach He's wheelchair bound and he has no legs He doesn't hang at the mall, he lives in a cave He gnaws on rats and crabs and the occasional bat His rotten dreads dangle down to the crack of his a** Came from a tribe that ran rum and guns Exiled for blasting on the bone carved drums Shrunken heads and fetishes hang from his sleeves What's his name you ask? His name is Steve! The cave was one at the end of the beach Near the one where Goreshack came into being He watched all day as the zombies moshed and banged Some new kind of action is what Steve craved He gathered up a cauldron and a few supplies This type of magic takes a special sacrifice Bats a**holes and some tan rats hides Hipster bones, washed in fresh with the tide Then he got crazy, and sh** in the vat And topped it all off with some fresh ear wax He stirred the concotion with an extra long pole Creating a potion meant for mind control He drank the brew and his eyes lit up Had he made a mistake? Oh Holy f** A haze took over, he was in another brain As a zombie he dug his way up out of the sand Now what would Steve do with his new legs and feet? Dance or run or jog in place or stroll on down the beach? Only one thing on his mind, he didn't give a sh** He'd surf all day and night and sleaze on skanky b**hes He grabbed a board and started to thrash The biggest of waves, he hacked and he slashed A shark tried to eat him, he didn't give a f** He hexed that piece of sh** into a retarded duck We just couldn't believe What we were seeing We heard a laugh come from the caves And knew it was that voodoo creep He burst from his cave, and released his control Spinning in circles, and flashing his pole So us and Steve the Witchdoctor became best bros He hung out with the Weredude, and made j**elry out of toes He surfed all day and night, he would never behave Some cops tried to bust him, but he cursed them with the AIDS He was surfing through the eyes of the dead Mind controlling zombies is his only way to shred That concludes our campfire tale, and if you don't believe We can head on down to Wormwood, and hit the tide with Steve!