On that shit night
I want something to do
I want to make some noise
I think I'll get drunk

I don't have much time
I'm already tired of this shit
I should already have died
Maybe I go to the pit

A lot of drink
Drip or beer
Drink Drink
Don't have fea

Feel your body
cutting the wind
and hear your
motor running

My machine brain
don't like to stop
I run some miles
That's my sport

Who are you
to judge me?
I want be happy
you cannot see?

Machine Brain
A lot of screws
I get crazy
ov

I knocked on the door of hell
to find a place to live
the devil said no
he isn't more evil than me

I'm the bad man
and I drink drip
because just the calfs
drink milk

I pick my henry's
to show who's the boss
but I can't get in
can't get in, because<

You call me: freak bastard
but I don't care for how you feel
you just follow the fashion
trade marks are your meal

If you don't like my hair
I'll kick your ass
If you despise my style
I'll kick high and fast

Yeeeeah
You gonna suck my groovie, baby
you