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