Scrap

[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask Until your mind starts to gel 'Cause the ball in the can has a crazy beat The funky, dying brain cell [Verse 2] Well, he met some Christians 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 [Chorus] Use revival meetings like an oxygen tent 'Til your mind starts to gel 'Cause the preacher thumps the bible with a crazy beat The funky, dying brain cell [Guitar Solo] [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus] Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask Until your mind starts to gel 'Cause the ball in the can has a crazy beat The funky, dying brain cell [Guitar Solo]