Perish in Fire

Walking down the highway, I've got the Staff of Ra in my hand

Gotta see some people and I'm making sure that they understand

Baby's got a fuzz box, I think that she should use it now

Get this fucking bus in the air, I need me some chow

The turbines' running and the moon is down

Jolly Jack K is gonna nuke this town

Baby's got a fuzz box I think she's gotta use it now

Come on, superstar, won't you throw this old dog a bone?

I would hate to think of Venus spending her nights alone

I can think of easier ways of paying my dues

Choking on my chicken, singing 21st century blues

The man with the plan is always yanking on my wire

I got three words for you now: perish in fire

Frustrated, medicated, talk-a-streak American girls

I love them in the tar pit I love them till the end of the world