Valentine Shine

Ah, hey Siftin' through the golden trash Ain't got no pocket cash No half-ass man-hole traps for a cowboy Get in, bitch, you walk bitter stiff Screechin' wheels of calm Hear the brake drums scream Black smoke rings and smiling scars In the womb of muscle cars Won't you be my Valentine? Making that chrome shine Won't you be my Valentine? You got some new teeth Got some new fuckin' silver hair Like any other person, check yourself in the cracked mirror Got a new place, a new ride With that look in your face you can't hide Got some new friends, some new foes That pigment is starting to show Won't you be my Valentine? Making that chrome shine Won't you be my Valentine? Every sideway Every sideway Every sideway Every sideway