Dead Kennedys

The crowded future stings my eyes
I still find time to exercise
In uniform with two white stripes
Unlock my section of the sand
Its fenced off to the waters edge
I clamp a gasmask on my head
Chorus
On my beach at night
Bathe in my moonlight
Another tankers hit the rocks
Abandoned to spill out its guts
The sand is laced with sticky glops
O shimmering moonlight sheen upon