I plug it in, I jam through my TV
Electric door fucked makes squiggles and lines
Sometimes so good, but not from this part
Almost get high

Always out of phase relay by the curb
At Jackman on reverb or peeling off skin
A toast to the guts of it, and hit it on hard
Thrash your guitars, and hammer on hard

Don't de-strum a brain down, hey, maybe positive future
Tune out the retard says "all the cripples can party"
So we find songs, we can play to bring on the shine
To white out the shine, and explodes now

All lights fucked on the hairy amp drooling
The hat and the raddle of the hairy guts shine
With the girls get some girls, and the boys get some boys, and girls get some boys and the hairy guts shine