Seabra Is Mad

Seabra is the name of the rider
Who will wait for hours for an outsider

We made a trip in the middle of the winter
We rode a place that left my stick a splinter

The kind of walls that block out the sky
Underwater out of breath I saw my life flash by

Then seabra got axed by a big mack set
It was bigger than a house
It was bigger than the debt

Held down for about an hour
He took the brunt of the big mack’s power

Most would have split after a fall like that
But like a rubber bat... Seabra swung back

Straight back to the peak
Just like a junkie, he’s a big wave freak

City society calls him a stranger
Because seabra can’t live without the danger
But I just call seabra mad
Balls of steel the rider is bad
Seabra is mad seabra is mad

It was there at m. Where he broke the berry
A gloomy five meters to most would be scary

But seabra on his featherlight foil
He paddled straight out, he sat on the boil

And when he dug his hands in deep
Slowly but slowly he began to creep

And speeded up to a glide
Dropped down vertical
Seabra was inside

Of a big fat cave
But not of stone
This cave spun and was chased by foam

Got blasted out with his mug still dry
And that’s when seabra began to fly

Through three more sections and to the shoulder
Fat roundhouse around a boulder

City society calls him a stranger
Seabra can’t live without the danger
But I just call seabra mad
Balls of steel the rider is bad
Seabra is mad seabra is mad

There was a day at a place we call bruxas
Lots of big holes, the reef was crucial

It was getting night, time for us to exit
But the current was a river, no it just wouldn’t let us

Valente, seabra, me. It was the three of us
With bone-crushing pounders was our heads gonna bust?

One way to find out was seabra’s thinking
Dropped into a pit without even blinking

Getting broken bones was better than drowning
Got raked over rocks, received quite a pounding

But mad-mad seabra made it to land
With no broken bones and no broken head

So valente and me
We followed senhor psycho
Out of death’s pit with only damage to our egos

Indirect-like, he’d saved our skins
We lived to tell our story and sin more sins

City society calls him a stranger
Seabra can’t live without the danger
But I just call seabra mad
Balls of steel the rider is bad
Seabra is mad seabra is mad
Seabra is mad seabra is mad

City society calls him a stranger
Seabra can’t live without the danger
But I just call seabra mad
Balls of steel the rider is bad
Seabra is mad seabra is mad
Seabra is mad seabra is mad