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Lyrics to Crap by L7
I met a skinhead named Scrap.
He lived in my friends garage.
Every day he's shakin' that spray paint can.
And he comes out seein' stars.
Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask.
Until your mind starts to gel
'Cause the ball in the can has a crazy beat
The funky dying brain cell.
So he met some Christians from hell
Said,
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