Scrap

I met a skinhead named Scrap

He lived in my friends 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, "Lets'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 turns to gel.

Cuz the ball in the can

Has a crazy beat.

The funky dying brain cell.

L7