Got a motor to run
Got a motor to run and ride
Well take a look at it kids
And take a look at your daddy's eyes
Well god damn this man
He is the savior of this empty life
Well there's a Wocket in my pocket
And it's keeping Satan on my side

I'm not the sound of the dawn
When you're knocking on that deed
Oh and all the pretty livers, Bertha
Burdened of the man inside her dreams
Oh what a scream
When you're coming to bed
You better buckle up your old disease
Well make it children, don't stop
There's a ceasing that will make me sneeze
This time it's the martyrs that eat at me
Well there's a locket in my pocket
And it's keeping me from being free

I'm not the ground of the sun
That you're walking on that heed
Oh and open up your eyes park ranger
I cannot afford the price to heed
Oh and yes I found the sweetest mother
And the sweetest mother, she's found me
Oh she's found me
Oh she's found me
Oh she's found me
Oh she's found me