I got your skinny hips Machine gun in the brain Someone light the touch paper You're napalm crack cocaine You lick the itch You trip the switch Oooooohhhh 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 You trip the switch Oooooohhhh I run a million miles I burn it in the dust I got a double helix We keep it between friends Someone stole the other half To drive me round the bend