L7 - Crap lyrics

I met a skinhead named Scrap.
He lived in my friends garage.
Every day he has shakin´ that spray pain´t can.
And he comes out seein´ stars.

Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask.
Till your mind starts to gel
´Cause the ball in the can has a crazy beat
The funky dying brain cell.

So he met some Christians from hell
Said, "lets go to Vegas, man."
So he packed up his leather & his red beret
Into that big, bad Christian van.

Use revival meetings like an oxygen tent
Till you 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 & John
Now he has growing his hair.

Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask
Till your mind starts to gel
´Cause the ball in the can has a crazy beat
The funky dying brain cell

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