.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
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 .
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