[Verse 1]
I met a skinhead named Scrap
He lived in my friend's garage
Everyday, he's shaking that spray paint can
And comes out seeing stars

[Chorus 1]
Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask
Until your mind starts to gel
'Cause the ball in the can has a crazy beat
The funky, dying brain cell

[Verse 2]
Well, he met some Christians from hell
Who said, "Let's go to Vegas, man"
So he packed up his leather and his red beret
Into that big, bad Christian van

[Chorus 2]
Use revival meetings like an oxygen tent
'Til your mind starts to gel
'Cause the prеacher thumps the bible with a crazy bеat
The funky, dying brain cell

[Verse 3]
Well, he came back to the garage
But the garage, it wasn't there
And he dug metallic gold more than Luke and John
Now he's growing his hair
[Chorus 1]
Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask
Until your mind starts to gel
'Cause the ball in the can has a crazy beat
The funky, dying brain cell