Scrap

I met a skinhead named Scrap

He lived in my friend's garage

Everyday he's shakin' that spray paint can

And comes out seein' stars

Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask

'Til your mind starts to gel

'Cause the ball in the can has a crazy beat

The funky dyin' brain cell

Yeah

Now, 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 dyin' 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 growin' his hair

Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask

'Til your mind starts to gel

'Cause the ball in the can has a crazy beat

The funky dyin' brain cell