Surf Squid Warfare - Alestorm

I come to you from another time

With a message that everyone must die

At the hand of undead squids from space

They’ll crush your skull and smash your face

We saved the past from vikings

Now the future is unclear

We must travel through time again

And save the world with beer

We’re class!

You’re not!

Let’s kill some squids and make them rot

With pirate powered murder skills

The future’s where we get our thrills

A shot to the heart with a flintlock gun

And mash their brains with a bottle of rum

We’re class!

You’re not!

From the past we have returned

We’re here to make those bastards burn tonight

Fueled by rum and lust to kill

We have the power and the will to fight

Hey Marty, it’s your kids

They get devoured by undead squids

Lest the world be torn asunder

To the future we must plunder!

We’re class!

You’re not!

Let’s kill some squids and make them rot

With pirate powered murder skills

The future’s where we get our thrills

A shot to the heart with a flintlock gun

And mash their brains with a bottle of rum

We’re class!

You’re not!