L7 - Scrap Lyrics
I met a skinhead named scrapHe lived in my friends garageEveryday hes shaking that spray paint canAnd comes out seeing starsGrab a paper bag like an oxygen maskUntil your mind starts to gelCuz the ball in the canHas a crazy beatThe funky dying brain cellSo he met some christians from hellWho said, lets go to vegas manSo he packed up his leather and his red beretInto that big, bad christian vanUse revival meetings like an oxygen tentTill your mind starts to gelCuz the preacher thumps the bibleWith a crazy beatThe funky dying brain cellWell, he came back to the garageBut the garage, it wasnt thereAnd he dug metallic gold more than luke and johnNow hes growing his hairGrab a paper bag like an oxygen maskUntil your mind starts to gelCuz the ball in the canHas a crazy beatThe funky dying brain cell
