I got your skinny hips
machine gun in the brain
someone light the touch paper
you're napalm crack cocaine

you lick the itch
you trip the switch
oooooohhhh

I'm sitting on a stockpile
someone light the fuse
I'll make a pretty fucking mess
when I rain down on you

I got your skinny hips
machine gun in the brain
someone light the touch paper
you're napalm crack cocaine

you lick the itch
you trip the switch
oooooohhhh

I run a million miles
I burn it in the dust

I got a double helix
we keep it between friends
someone stole the other half
to drive me round the bend