Electric Six

We're running out of karma and here's mud in your eye,
I guess it's you.
I'm gonna love you till you die!
I got a candy-coating,
And I'm welled with pride,
I guess it's you,
You're gonna take me for a ride.
I'm gonna make you howl like a trailer-park wife,
On the first day of her new life,
Interchangeable knife!
She's a big, big rider,
Got the devil inside her,
Burn a hole right through my jeans,
Hotter than a meth-lab-fire.
She change your oil and kick your tires,
Solder up your frayed wires,
She'll flush your engine with precision,
Run on empty, full power. (?)
Be the tequila to my lime,
I'll be the mirror to your blind,
Let's chop it up,
I don't need no cook,
Got an interchangeable knife,
Yeah.
We're moving through the motions of a heart-shaped lie,
I guess it's you, (I guess it's you)
I guess it's you who gonna cry.
If you wanna make a baby, rip it out of your side,
I guess it's you, (I guess it's you),