I met a skinhead named Scrap
He lived in my friend's garage
every day he's shaking that spray paint can
and comes out seein' stars
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
so 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
use revival meetings like an oxygen tent
'til your mind starts to gel
cause the preacher thumps the bible
with a crazy beat
the funky dying brain cell
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
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
He lived in my friend's garage
every day he's shaking that spray paint can
and comes out seein' stars
until your mind starts to gel
cause the ball in the can
has a crazy beat
the funky dying brain cell
who said, "let's go to vegas man"
so he packed up his leather and his red beret
into that big, bad christian van
'til your mind starts to gel
cause the preacher thumps the bible
with a crazy beat
the funky dying brain cell
but the garage it wasn't there
and he dug metallic gold more than luke and john
now he's growing his hair
until your mind starts to gel
cause the ball in the can
has a crazy beat
the funky dying brain cell
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"It was a guy named Scrap, and at the time we were recording our very first record and Brett Guerwitz of Epitaph was our producer and it was our first record and we were on Epitaph and it was before Epitaph got huge. He was working out of a very small house. And he was letting this skinhead named Scrap live in the garage. And he [Scrap] always had paint residue on his mouth. And then we got to fear that maybe he'd burn down the garage. There was always like a little drama going on around (laughs), around this guy Scrap. Brett and I wrote that song". Donita Sparks
the funky dying brain cell line is sung so brilliantly