I plug it in, I jam through my TV
Electric cord fucked makes squiggles and lines
Sometimes so good, getting off on a distort
I almost get high

Always out of phase, relived by the curvet
Jackin’ on reverb or peeling off skin
I toast to the guts of it, and hammer on hard
With ratchet guitars, yeah, hammer on hard

Don’t de-strum or bring down
Hey maybe posit a future
Tune out the retard says all the cripples can party
Pouring pints all on the speaker comb bring on the shine
To white out the shyness as I explode now

All lights fucked on the hairy amp drooling
The hat and the rattle and the hairy guts shine
With the girls kissing girls
And the boys kissing boys
And the girls kissing boys
The hairy guts shine