in the time of chimpanzees i was a monkey
butane in my brains and a mouth that cut the junkie
with the plastic eyeballs, spraypaint the vegetables
dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
kill the headlights and put it in neutral
stock car flamin with the loser and the cruise control
baby's in reno with the vitamin d
got a couple o' couches, sleep on the love seat
someone keeps sayin i'm insane to complain about
a shotgun weddin and a stain on my shirt
don't believe everything that you breathe
you get a parkin violation and a maggot on your sleeve
so shave your face with some mace in the dark
savin all your food stamps and burnin down the trailer park
yo...cut it
soy un perdedor
i'm a loser baby
so why don't you kill me
(double-barrel buckshot)
soy un perdedor
i'm a loser baby
so why don't you kill me
forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
bent all the music with a phony gas chamer
cuz one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag
one's on the pole, shove the other in a bag
with th rerun shows and the cocaine nose job
the daytime crap with the folksinger slob
he hung himself with a guitar string
slap a turkey neck and it's hangin from a pigeon wing
you can't write if you can't relate
trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
and my time is a piece of wax, fallin on a termite
that's chokin on the splinters
soy un perdedor
i'm a loser baby
so why don't you kill me
(gettin crazy with the cheez wiz)
soy un perdedor
i'm a loser baby
so why don't you kill me
(drive-by body pierce)
yo bring it on down
soy un perdedor
i'm a loser baby
so why don't you kill me
(i can't believe you)
soy un perdedor
i'm a loser baby
so why don't you kill me
soy un perdedor
i'm a loser baby
so why don't you kill me
(sprechen sie deutches, baby)
soy un perdedor
i'm a loser baby
so why don't you kill me
(know what i'm sayin?)
Something's wrong 'cause my mind is fading
And everywhere I look there's a dead end waiting
Temperature's dropping at the rotten oasis
Stealing kisses from the leperous faces
Heads are hanging from the garbage man trees
Mouthwash jukebox gasoline
Pistols are pointing at a poor man's pockets
Smiling eyes ripping out of his sockets
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Love machines on the sympathy crutches
Discount orgies on the dropout buses
Hitching a ride with the bleeding noses
Coming to town with the brief case blues
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Something's wrong 'cause my mind is fading
Ghetto-blasting disintegrating
Rock 'n' roll, know what I'm saying
And everywhere I look there's a devil waiting
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Devil's haircut! In my mind!
Devil's haircut! In my mind!
Devil's haircut! In my mind!
She's got cigarette on each arm
She's got the lily-white cavity crazes
She's got a carborator tied to the moon
Pink eyes looking to the food of the ages
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's got a hand on a wheel of pain
She can talk to the mangling strangers
She can sleep in a fiery bog
Throwing troubles to the dying embers
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's got a paradise camoflauge
Like a whip-crack sending me shivers
She's a boat through a strip-mine ocean
Riding low on the drunken rivers
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
I been drifting along in the same stale shoes
Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind
If you thought that you were making your way
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
I'll put it together: It's a strange invitation
When I wake up someone will sweep up my lazy bones
And we will rise in the cool of the evening
I remember the way that you smiled
When the gravity shackles were wild
And something is vacant when I think it's all beginning
I been drifting along in the same stale shoes
Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind
If you thought that you were making your way
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
I'll put it together: It's a strange invitation
There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitation and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low
The jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans just clap your hands just clap your hands
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Pick yourself up off the side of the road
With your elevator bones and your whip-flash tones
Members only hyponotizers
Move through the womb like ambulance drivers
Shine your shoes with your microphone blues
Here-suits with your parachute fruits
Passing the dutchie from coast to coast
Let the man get loose while I rock the most
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
(What about those who swing both ways? AC-DC's?)
There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitation and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low
The jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans just clap your hands just clap your hands
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
I got plastic on my mind...