Tripping back and forth to the moon
 As the miles drip off the spoon
 Jacked up on cold caffeine
 Dragging my nutsthrough valvoline
 Like the Flintstones they use their feet
 I made the machine
 Hey man smells like sumping died under the seat
 Out of mind maybe

 Peel it back-peel it back
 You got nothin' but skin
 Peel it back-black to red-peel it back
 To the moon

 You know I gotta move
 I rust like tin if I stand still
 I got my barney olfield grin on
 And I take my bitch for a ride
 Hey man do ya wanna come along
 Peel it back
 She ain't got nothing but skin
 But her metal sure do shine

 Peel it back-black to red-peel it back
 You got nothing but skin-peel it back

 If I win I lose
 Nothing but skin
 Nothing
 Shit goddamn.