Epic Beard Men - Sand Dunes lyrics

No matter who's first let's start the show
There are no rules, go for what you know
No matter who's first
No matter who's first
No matter who's first
No matter matter matter matter
No matter who', first, let's start
No matter who's first, let's start the show

This ain't no playground
These ain't no gym clothes
This ain’t no foolin’ around
This is Nerf saw turf war
Hurry cause it might rain
Rebel child soldiers strikin’ matches
Off the bike chain

Six million flammable liquids mixed
In a gallon jug drop a match and run
Blast that castle to a cloud of dust
Mama wasn’t proud of us


She say ‘Y’all are some damn fools
Don’tchu know to do that type of
Dirt down at the sand dunes?’

Disrespectful vandals, prepubescent packrats
One plus two equals a crew
Next a few you add fast
Couple more’s a whole clan
Posse up and clap back
I stepped to a grown man
(Uh huh, we got us a badass)

Nah, I sized him up like toe to toe
Told him old man don’t you know?
Half us little bastards learned to
Plaster in a broken home
Tree forts gets surrounded by more boundaries
Than the Pope in Rome
We don’t fear the older kids
We throwin’ stones and hold our own

They tried to pull a pellet gun
By the swings in the park
We called they motherfuckin’ bluff
Came back with slingshots
And told em ‘kick rocks’ or leave
Your toys in the attic
Found a body in the woods
It was La Toya Jackson

(Jesus, where’d you get this?)
At the sand dunes, ya know?
Matter matter matter matter
Matter who's first, let's start the show
(yeah yeah, you know it)
No matter who's first, let's start the show
No matter who's first
No matter who's first (at the sand dunes)
No matter who's first
No matter matter matter matter
Matter who's first, let's start the show
(yeah yeah, you know it)
There are no rules, go for what you know

Come to the sand dunes fool
Get your cocoon on
These geniuses are intravenously hooked
Up to Boone's Farm (you might lose an arm)
You don’t wanna mess with
Generation bottom shelf we hard as hell
I got a stick with a nail
In it to rock your belt
(yeah, I’m off my rocker)

And now we’re back in
Acid washed jean jackets
They fit like a fingerless glove, love
And got mean patches
The latchkey kids developed
A complex syndrome
So we take it to outside when
It’s all stress in home

And no, we do not make house calls unless
We on our Jerky Boys
Pre-caller ID steez, stealing foul balls
Collecting can tabs to make a necklace
So I can cash it in
For passionate ten seconds with a young
Lass who’s hip to the fashion

Slick with stash of pornographic
Images hidden in
Hollowed out tree trunks scattered
All around the cabin
(In the backwoods) with the windows smashed
In 'cause it’s been abandoned
Now ‘all your base belong to
Us’ black mold and rust

If I’m not the last man standing
If I’m not the king of the hill
Might switch the game with little shame and
Put this stick in your grill
And if you snitch I might pitch
These foul balls to your sis
It’s all fair in puppy love and rock
Wars where the fuck we live

No matter who's first, let's start the show
At the sand dunes, ya know?
No matter who's first
No matter who's first
No matter matter matter matter matter
(yeah yeah, you know it) who’s first
Let's start the show
There are no rules, go for what you know
Go for what you know
(at the sand dunes, ya know?)
No matter matter matter matter who’s first
Let’s start the show there are no rules
(yeah yeah, you know it) go for what you know