Verse 1
Confusion, excitement, as they hit half pipe
There were screams, trucks crushing, they blew them away
There was nothing like 'em seen before and ever again
The crowd ensued upon eruption, echoed their name
Chorus
Whoa Hey Ho Ha
Whoa Hey Ho
They're taming back to grind 'em
God they're comin' back for more
Whoa Hey Ho Ho
Whoa Hey Ho
There's nothing that could stop 'em
There's nothin' like 'em seen before
Verse 2
Believing, invincible, taking on the bowls
Breaking, escaping their adolescent mold
If they could call the shots they'd do nothin. else at all
It's what they keep from using, from goin' up the wall
Chorus
Whoa Hey Ho Ha
Whoa Hey Ho
They're taming back to grind 'em
God they're comin' back for more
Whoa Hey Ho Ho
Whoa Hey Ho
There's nothing that could stop 'em
There's nothin' like 'em seen before
Verse 3
The theory that it degenerates just doesn't hold a truth
Can't you see the theorists malcontented?
All they need is lust to stake and be left alone
Their future's fine, it'll not be circumvented
Verse 4
Confusion, excitement, as they hit half pipe
There were screams, trucks crushing, they blew them away
There was nothing like 'em seen before and ever again
The crowd ensued upon eruption, echoed their name
Chorus
Whoa Hey Ho Ha
Whoa Hey Ho
They're taming back to grind 'em
God they're comin' back for more
Whoa Hey Ho Ho
Whoa Hey Ho
There's nothing that could stop 'em
There's nothin' like 'em seen before
The Grind was written by Jeff Pezzati.
The Grind was produced by Naked Raygun & Keith Auerbach.