Lost Dog Records

Lyrics

Beautiful cruelty is pretty callous Who threw the rocks at your crystal meth palace? Living for the glory of inebriation Your chassis couldn’t handle the acceleration Kill the ignition, the motor is running Lowering the bar for your flights of cunning Better shut down before you blow a gasket And park your motor mouth in the parking casket Motor mouth, motor mouth Give us all a sign that you’re going to stop Before we put your body in the body shop Your contentions are ruthless and rank From breathing all the fumes in your empty tank Each new collision is never your fault Your foul emissions screeching to a halt The plastered minions sunbathe in your vault Chopping down tress in the forest of Gestault Your Jesus in reverse, Lucifer on hot wheels Cornering the market in malice and bad deals Caught with your fingers in the cookie jar Picking up diseases in the nookie bar Motor mouth, motor mouth Give us all a sign that you’re going to stop Before we put your body in the body shop Your contentions are ruthless and rank From breathing all the fumes in your empty tank Your mind is spinning off the track Totally senseless, out of whack Fantastic road rage off of the map You better shut down before they shut your trap Motor mouth, motor mouth Give us all a sign that you’re going to stop Before we put your naughty in the body shop Your contentions are ruthless and rank From breathing all the fumes in your empty tank Motor mouth Motor mouth Motor mouth Motor mouth