I met a skinhead named scrap He lived in my friend's garage Everyday he's shaking that spray paint can And comes out seeing stars
Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask Until your mind starts to gel Cuz the ball in the can Has a crazy beat The funky dying brain cell
So he met some christian's from hell Who said, "let's go to vegas man" So he packed up his leather and his red beret Into that big, bad christian van
Use revival meetings like an oxygen tent
Till your mind starts to gel Cuz the preacher thumps the bible With a crazy beat The funky dying brain cell
Well, he came back to the garage But the garage, it wasn't there And he dug metallic gold more than luke and john Now he's growing his hair
Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask Until your mind starts to gel Cuz the ball in the can Has a crazy beat The funky dying brain cell
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