[bad word] join the party in the dust and the sand 
Chip on your shoulder sweat and dirt on your hands 
Machines in slumber start to lumber outside 
Head full of numbers see the colours collide 

Such safest Sanctuary 
Droppin' them dollars on you thank you very 
Much by the way no refunds 
Back into the boneyard badlands [bad word] 

I saw a siren singing 
Shifting through the shots-a ringing 
Frying burning cuts-a stinging 
Bringing you the pain  [bad word] on down and join the party tonight 
We ain't the kind to turn away from a fight 
Chips on our shoulders, sweat and dirt on our hands 
Cause we're breaking down the borders 
As we light up the lands 

You ain't a skag, are you? 

Old TK's shack is just a derelict shell 
Ain't nothing left now but his notes and the smell 
He used to watch over the fire and the stone 
Fan fiction told me that he died all alone 

Splash bang so corrosive 
Don't get close if it's explosive 
Flash gang caustic crew 
Simmer and smoke in electric blue 

Hiss goes the radio 
Vicious malicious a voice we know 
Soon to reap the seeds you sow 
Bringing you the pain  [bad word] on down and join the party tonight 
We ain't the kind to turn away from a fight 
Chips on our shoulders, sweat and dirt on our hands 
Cause we're breaking down the borders 
As we light up the lands 

C'mon trick out yer ride 
Um... Y'know what they say 
Better to die 
At the wheel - crash and burn... 
Uh... then... eh... to die when you're ... 
Not... in your car..... 
I hate you, Claptrap!