Scrap

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

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

So he met some Christian?s 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

Use revival meetings like an oxygen tent

Till your mind starts to gel

'Cause 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 wasn?t there

And he dug metallic gold more than Luke and John

Now he?s growing his hair

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