Pping 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.