A Truckload of Mamma's Muffins - Goatsnake

Tripping back and forth to the moon

As the miles drip off the spoon

Jacked up on cold caffeine

Dragging my nutsthrough valvoline

Like the Flintstones they use their feet

I made the machine

Hey man smells like sumping died under the seat

Out of mind maybe

Peel it back-peel it back

You got nothin' but skin

Peel it back-black to red-peel it back

To the moon

You know I gotta move

I rust like tin if I stand still

I got my barney olfield grin on

And I take my bitch for a ride

Hey man do ya wanna come along

Peel it back

She ain’t got nothing but skin

But her metal sure do shine

Peel it back-black to red-peel it back

You got nothing but skin-peel it back

If I win I lose

Nothing but skin

Nothing

Shit goddamn