Album: Flower of Disease
Pping back and forth to the moon
As the miles drip off the spoon
Jacked up on cold caffeine
Dragging my nutsthrough valvoline
Like the Flintstones they use their feet
I made the machine
Hey man smells like sumping died under the seat
Out of mind maybe
Peel it back-peel it back
You got nothin' but skin
Peel it back-black to red-peel it back
To the moon
You know I gotta move
I rust like tin if I stand still
I got my barney olfield grin on
And I take my bitch for a ride
Hey man do ya wanna come along
Peel it back
She ain't got nothing but skin
But her metal sure do shine
Peel it back-black to red-peel it back
You got nothing but skin-peel it back
If I win I lose
Nothing but skin
Nothing
Shit goddamn