Pping back and forth to the moon
As the miles drip off the spoon
Jacked up on cold caffeine

Dragging my nutsthrough valvoline
Like the flintstones they use their feet
I made the machine

Hey man smells like sumping died under the seat
Out of mind maybe


Peel it back-peel it back
You got nothin' but skin
Peel it back-black to red-peel it back

To the moon

You know i gotta move

I rust like tin if i stand still
I got my barney olfield grin on
And i take my $%&^xx for a ride

Hey man do ya wanna come along
Peel it back
She ain't got nothing but skin

But her metal sure do shine

Peel it back-black to red-peel it back

You got nothing but skin-peel it back

If i win i lose

Nothing but skin
Nothing
%#@! !@#$.