Yo, what's up motherfuckers?
This is Shark Punch 2005, and here to stay.
Yeah, we even got more breakdowns this time!
But first, let's start this shit off with some 2-steppin'.
Here we go!
Yeah!
SHARKPUNCH.
Shark Punch is the feel good of your straight x edge x life, ah.
OH CRAP, A BEAR RIGHT OVER THERE
He's aware you stand for straight edge,
But who cares?!
Oh man, I just got hungry.
Let's to go McDonalds, after the show.
No man, I just want a burrito!
Okay, but let's wait until after Terror's done playing!
All these songs sound exactly the same.
Livin' la vida straightedge!
Feel good!
Livin' la vida straightedge!
Feel good!
Livin' la vida straightedge!
Feel good!
Livin' la vida straightedge!
Feel good!
Don't get pissed about it!
You just don't know...shit.
One of these days you'll learn your instruments
[and] just stop faking it!
I can't even sing.
Much less play the guitar.
But I can better than you.And still come out a star.
Woo!
Livin' la vida straightedge!
Feel good!
Livin' la vida straightedge!
Feel good!
Livin' la vida straightedge!
Feel good!
Livin' la vida straightedge!
Feel good!
Okay, last break down of the night!
I better see 30 people doing windmills,
19 stage dives -every 5 seconds,
8 walls of death,
and at least 3 hot carls.
Here we go!
Yeah!
Feel Good! x4
You're all fakin'!
(Feel good!)
You're all fakin'!
(Feel good!)
You're all fakin'!
(Feel good!)