I got your skinny hips
Machine gun in the brain
Someone light the touch paper
You're napalm crack cocaine
You lick the itch
You trip the switch
Oooooohhhh
I'm sitting on a stockpile
Someone light the fuse
I'll make a pretty fucking mess
When i rain down on you
I got your skinny hips
Machine gun in the brain
Someone light the touch paper
You're napalm crack cocaine
You lick the itch
You trip the switch
Oooooohhhh
I run a million miles
I burn it in the dust
I got a double helix
We keep it between friends
Someone stole the other half
To drive me round the bend
