Meeting at the Mac's to buy some rolling papers. Get a plastic bag in case you sniff some vapors. Takin' a peek at the hustler magazine. It's the only real pussy that we have ever seen.
Bangers on logs baking by the fire. Drinking 50 to replace what they perspire. Lumber jackets smell like hockey gloves & smoke. They're Teaching cute preppies the proper way to toke.
The ghetto blasters blaring punks skank around wasted & stoned they never slow down mohawks collapse scalps begin to sweat jocks don't understand them, start to utter threats.
hey lets all go get shit faced at the... BUSH BASH, getting smashed were all pissin in the woods at the... BUSH BASH, breaking glass, light your pants on fire at the… BUSH BASH, sour mash running from the cops at the BUSH BASH, sharing hash. Drinking outdoors is the essence of thrash.
The jocks punch the first punk that they find the punx are outnumbered, as the jocks they align. Out in the bush the new alliances are made. As the bangers help the punx before the police raid.
Always trust a banger to have a baseball bat punx pull their chains ready for combat. Jox say fuck this & decide to turn around just as the sirens begin to make their sound.