Surf Combat
Naked Raygun Lyrics


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Staring at the lifeguards
Hear mommy scream
I ain't got no morals
It's a bloody wayout dream
The noon-day sun makes you want to kill

Mining all beaches
Flying hands and feet
Poison in your Thermos
Is no fun but discreet
Muscle Beach is now Pork Chop Hill

Barbecuring babies
Shish-kabob bikinis
Napalm makes you vomit




As it sizzles off your weenie
Surf combat

Overall Meaning

In the song Surf Combat by Naked Raygun, the lyrics seem to be a commentary on the intense, almost violent nature of competitive surfing culture. The opening lyrics, "Staring at the lifeguards, hear mommy scream" suggest the presence of parents who may be concerned for the safety of their children in the water. However, the singer seems almost indifferent to any kind of moral responsibility, declaring "I ain't got no morals, it's a bloody wayout dream." The imagery of "mining all beaches" and "flying hands and feet" conveys the sense of aggression and competition inherent in the sport.


The lyrics take a darker turn in the third verse, with the references to "barbecuing babies" and "napalm" suggesting a broader commentary on the violence and destruction associated with war. The contrasting image of "shish-kabob bikinis" adds a touch of irony and black humor to what would otherwise be a bleak narrative. Overall, the song seems to be a satirical take on the overheated, hyper-masculine world of competitive surfing, using grotesque imagery to underscore the destructive consequences of unchecked ambition and aggression.


Line by Line Meaning

Staring at the lifeguards
Observing the person responsible for overseeing the safety of swimmers at the beach


Hear mommy scream
Auditory perception of the sound made by a maternal figure


I ain't got no morals
Lacking ethical principles that govern behavior


It's a bloody wayout dream
An exciting but potentially harmful ambition or aspiration


The noon-day sun makes you want to kill
The heat from the midday sun induces aggression


Mining all beaches
Extracting resources from all the sandy shorelines


Flying hands and feet
Lashing out with limbs in a frenzied manner


Poison in your Thermos
A harmful substance placed in a container designed to keep beverages hot or cold


Is no fun but discreet
An unpleasant experience done in secret


Muscle Beach is now Pork Chop Hill
A popular tourist attraction has become the site of violent warfare


Barbecuring babies
Cooking infants over an open flame


Shish-kabob bikinis
Skewering two-piece bathing suits


Napalm makes you vomit
A flammable gel used as a weapon causes nausea and vomiting


As it sizzles off your weenie
The flesh on the male genitalia burns and pops


Surf combat
Fighting in the ocean waves




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