Letra de S.m.p. (skiers must perish)

There´s something bout the
Cold wind blowing across your face
It´s not the kill
It´s the thrill of the chase
It´s like being in bed with
The girl of your dreams
Or eating a pint of
Ben & Jerry´s ice cream
Well you can kick me in the knee
With your ski or your boot
Well that´s cool
On your head all root
This is something that
I will always cherish
Here to state the fact that
Skiers Must Perish