Scrap

I met a skinhead named scrap He lived in my friends garage Everyday hes 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 christians from hell Who said, "lets 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 wasnt there And he dug metallic gold more than luke and john Now hes 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