Dead Kennedys - Moon Over Marin

The crowded future stings my eyes I still find time to exercise In uniform with two white stripes Unlock my section of the sand It's fenced off to the waters edge I clamp a gasmask on my head (chorus) On my beach at night Bathe in my moonlight Another tanker's hit the rocks Abandoned to spill out its guts The sand is laced with sticky glops O' Shimmering moonlight sheen upon The waves and water clogged with oil White gases steam up from the soil (chorus) I squish dead fish between my toes Try not to step on any bones I turn around and I go home I slip back through my basement door Switch off all that I own below Dive in my scalding wooden tub My own beach at night bathe in my moonlight there will always be a moon over marin