L7

I met a skinhead named scrap
He lived in my friends garage
Everyday hes shaking that spray paint can
And comes out seeing stars
Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask
Until your mind starts to gel
Cuz the ball in the can
Has a crazy beat
The funky dying brain cell
So he met some christians from hell
Who said, "lets 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