I got your skinny hips
Machine gun in the brain
Someone light the touch paper
You're napalm crack cocaine

You lick the itch
Oh damn, [?]
You trip the switch
Yeah lie, [?]
You lick the itch
You trip the switch
Ooh
[?] lie
[?] why
[?]

I'm sitting on a stockpile
Someone light the fuse
I'll make a pretty fucking mess
When I rain down on you
I got your skinny hips
Machine gun in the brain
Someone light the touch paper
You're napalm crack cocaine

You lick the itch
Oh damn, [?] why
You trip the switch
No way, oh no
You lick the itch
You trip the switch
Ooh
Oh damn
Uh, he’s so [?]
She’s [?]
I run a million miles
I burn it in the dust
I steal [?]
For [?]
I got a double helix
We keep it between friends
Someone stole the other half
To drive me round the bend

You lick the itch
Oh damn, oh why?
You trip the switch
[?], oh [?]
You lick the itch
You trip the switch
Ooh
Oh damn
Uh, oh why?
Oh, [?]
I [?]
It’s your [?]

You lick the itch
No way, [?]
You trip the switch
No way, oh no
You lick the itch
[?]
You lick the itch
Hold on, [?]
You trip the switch