It's '44
I'm full of war and bored in Waikiki
Loiterin'
My dorsal fin is out for blood again
Oh the shape of her
Oh great processor
I'm still processing your alcohol
There's blood on the beach
Picture me
Pixelated like the sea
Starting a family
No idea why
Blood-red booze
My mainland blues, I'm drunk on Diamond Head
Kiss my fist
Whose dream is this
On the shores of Lanikai?
Oh the face on her
Oh great numberer
I'm still countin' on some miracle
There's blood on the beach
Picture me
Pixelated like the sea
Starting a family
No idea why
Asleep on the beach
She picked me
It's pixelated but I think I see
Starting a family
I'm not telling why