• Written By: Mackenzie/Kenny-Smith

It's coming up beach boys.
It's gonna be a lot of fun.
The water's getting deeper.
It's gonna drown everyone.
It's coming up beach boys.
The weather's getting messed about.
You better bring boards down.
The waves are bigger than a house.

2.02 killer year.
No fear.
Proceed without blame.
No shame.
Playing games with lives unborn.
No scorn.
Not torn between just and fucked up.
We've stuffed up.
Time to pick up.

It's coming up beach boys.
It's gonna be a lot of fun.
The water's getting deeper.
It's gonna drown everyone.
It's coming up beach boys.
The weather's getting messed about.
You better bring boards down.
The waves are bigger than a house.

2.02 killer year.
The year that broke our broken wheel.
Is it enough that we're a speck of dust, speeding though a void of stuff?
We teeter on an axe edge.

Water signage; never read it.
How pathetic.
Coinciding.
Mystifying.
Sleep declining.
Too little, too late to contemplate.
Gotta make moves: cannot wait.
Need to recreate a clean slate.
Plan B, C and D.
However many needs it needs to be to keep us free in ecstasy.
It's easier to swallow hiding in your burrow.
No need to wallow in your sorrows.

It's coming up beach boys.
It's gonna be a lot of fun.
The water's getting deeper.
It's gonna drown everyone.