The rain is busting the fog with holes And you're wheezing like a stricken deer I will punch the wall with Through the spit and beer
Scrape off the mud, this is car crash love Scrape off the mud, this is car crash love
F. Scoot screams at Zelda's feet And it's poppin' in his throat Scrambling like two dobermans Who are running down a goat
Scrape off the mud, this is car crash love
She had something in her veins That was meant for broken arms and legs He kept her warm when she quit And then she took his whip There's a sunken iceberg with a very pointy tip
On again, off again, but the jail is always there With short feelings of commitment When a tongue is touching hair
Scrape off the mud, this is car crash love Scrape off the mud, scrape off the mud