Riding out from hell on the skateboard You fly on streets, like an evil lord Slide on the rails, Don’t worry ‘bout cops You jump from the stairs and other hell’s gaps.
With Thrash In earphones and Satan in head Cigarette in teeth and Beer in one hand Lacerated jeans, narrow shirt and white treads You differ from all bastards and their shit.
You jump from a roof in descent of pool These jumps for loonies instead of for fools Any day doesn't pass without falling But you riding and riding… …on the Skatanik Ride!