Skinned by the Sun

what's better than chilling on the beach?
a joint in one hand, a beer in the other
the palm trees wave in a gentle breeze
and a nice blonde girl lays between your legs

oh, my, god
it feels so good, don't
let, it, go
you, will, not
leave this place for the entire day

the day is long, no rush to move on
the sound of the tides seducing your ears
release your anger, pain and fear
relaxe below the palms and the stress is gone

a silent enemy in stealth outfit is on the prowl
invisible and unmerciless, the time will do the work

the innocent victim
doesn't know that it's being hunted
the wind blows away the
traces of the lurker

full support of mother nature
no chance to sense the danger
sun is shining with full power
you don't feel the pain

like a frog
in slowly boiling water
jumping out
is not up for debate

your skin loses it's last protective layers
exposed for a uv-rays overdose
your body is collapsing under the heat
now you are defenceless against the sun

the smell of roasted
human flesh is spreading
you don't get any help
no need for begging

skinned by the sun
beaten by nature
you're supposed to die

pull yourself together
and stand up
eye for an eye

roll one up
light it up
create a cloud
the sun needs to be blocked

only one way to survive
is smoking more
of the good shit

they call you the rainman
you are manipulating the weather
don't give up
no, way
the only thing you wanted
is chilling on the beach