| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
Lyrics Scrap - L7
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Song from the album: Bricks Are Heavy
In the genre:Иностранный рок
Release date:30.03.2009
Song language:English
Record label:Rhino Entertainment Company, Slash
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