scrap

Lyrics

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