Scrap — текст песни (L7)

I met a skinhead named scrap

He lived in my friends garage

Everyday hes shaking that spray paint can

And comes out seeing stars



Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask

Until your mind starts to gel

Cuz the ball in the can

Has a crazy beat

The funky dying brain cell



So he met some christians from hell

Who said, "lets 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

Cuz 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 wasnt there

And he dug metallic gold more than luke and john

Now hes growing his hair



Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask

Until your mind starts to gel

Cuz the ball in the can

Has a crazy beat

The funky dying brain cell