Repo Man - Frank Black

I was riding on a concrete slab

Down a river of useless flab

It was such a beautiful day

I heard a witchdoctor say

«I'll turn you into a toadstool»

I’m looking for the DOPE with a microscope

My muscle’s twitching on your words

If you’re on the streets you lose your nerves

Divinity throws you a curve

Sticks you and then you go beserk

Abhoaring no inspiration

I’m looking for the DOPE with a microscope

Page out of a comic book

A chicken hanging on a hook

A river and a babbling brook

A sermon and a teenage hook

Shaking my hand at your fake face

A suicide a certain look

A microphone a loose guitar

People feeling near and far

Stupidity a mental scar

Put cruel into cruelty

As life goes by you in a blurr

An achoholic has gone far

Everything just goes to far

I was pissing on the desert sands

When the desert whispered to me

«Damn!

Isn’t this a shame?

Things will never be the same…»

I run this gas and oasis

Now I’m looking for the DOPE with a microscope

I was a teenage dinosaur, stoned and obsolete

I didn’t get fucked and I didn’t get kissed

I got so fucking dense

Using my head for an ashtray

Now I’ll tell you who I am

I’m the Repo-Man

And I’m looking for the joke

Looking for the joke

I’m looking for the joke with a microscope