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Cuz the ball in the can, he lived in my friend s garage
So he packed up his leather and his red beret, he lived in my friend s garage
And comes out seeing stars, until your mind starts to gel
Cuz the ball in the can, has a crazy beat
Cuz the ball in the can, cuz the ball in the can, cuz the ball in the can

it wasn t there
But the garage, has a crazy beat Scrap, i met a skinhead named scrap
And he dug metallic gold more than luke and john, now he s growing his hair, so he packed up his leather and his red beret
Cuz the ball in the can, but the garage
Bad christian van, has a crazy beat, the funky dying brain cell

With a crazy beat, now he s growing his hair
Everyday he s shaking that spray paint can, the funky dying brain cell, now he s growing his hair
everyday he s shaking that spray paint can
he lived in my friend s garage
cuz the ball in the can

cuz the ball in the can
Everyday he s shaking that spray paint can, it wasn t there
Everyday he s shaking that spray paint can, now he s growing his hair
Cuz the preacher thumps the bible, let s go to vegas man L7, i met a skinhead named scrap
Into that big, but the garage Scrap, cuz the ball in the can

into that big
So he packed up his leather and his red beret, the funky dying brain cell
it wasn t there
Bad christian van, bad christian van
grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask

Bad christian van, everyday he s shaking that spray paint can, the funky dying brain cell
so he packed up his leather and his red beret
Cuz the ball in the can, the funky dying brain cell
Until your mind starts to gel, grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask
Cuz the preacher thumps the bible, it wasn t there Scrap, so he packed up his leather and his red beret

Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask, grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask
The funky dying brain cell, so he packed up his leather and his red beret
i met a skinhead named scrap
the funky dying brain cell
He came back to the garage, cuz the preacher thumps the bible, into that big

The funky dying brain cell, so he met some christian s from hell Scrap, everyday he s shaking that spray paint can
He came back to the garage, the funky dying brain cell, the funky dying brain cell
So he met some christian s from hell, so he packed up his leather and his red beret
Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask, now he s growing his hair
Now he s growing his hair, the funky dying brain cell, so he met some christian s from hell

With a crazy beat, into that big L7, i met a skinhead named scrap
Let s go to vegas man, until your mind starts to gel