I met a skinhead named Scrap He lived in my friends garage Everyday hes shaking that spraypaint can And comes out seeing stars
Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask Til your mind starts to (jell?)
Cuz the (ball in the?) can (has a great big beat / crazy beat ?) The funky dyin brain cell
Now he met some christians from hell They said lets go to Vegas man So he packed up his leather and his red beret Into that big bad christian van
(Youth revival meetings like an oxygen tank?) Til your mind starts to (jell?) (Cuz the preachers of the bible with the great big beats / thumps the bible with a crazy beat ?) The funky dyin brain cell
Well he came back to the garage But the garage it wasnt there And he (donned?) metallic gold more than Luke and John Now hes growing his hair
Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask Til your mind starts to (jell?)
Cuz the (ball in the?) can (has a great big beat / crazy beat ?) The funky dyin brain cell
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