Open up your engines, let 'em roar
Tearin' up them nuggets like a big ol' dinosaur

A 'pleasure machine' is what we used to call a pinball machine down on the boardwalk. http://www.rottentomatoes.c…

There were ghosts in the eyes of all the War Boys you sent away
They haunt the dusty desert roads in the skeleton frames of burned-out Chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street
Practical effects work is pretty darn neat
And in the lonely cool before a digitally-manipulated dawn
You hear their engines roar on

Them boys in their spiked high heels
ah Sandy their skins are so white
And me I just got tired of hangin’ in them dusty arcades
bangin’ them pleasure machines
To try and make them work well enough to win a stuffed bear

Twisty little girl
You know you twist so fine
Come on and twist a little closer
Let me know you're mine

This is your sword, these are your shields
This is the power of the Force revealed
Carry them with you wherever you go
And fight all the Sith that you meet on the road

Me and my partner Sonny comment straight out of scratch
And he rides with me from quote to quote
We only run for the money got no strings attached
We'll shut you up and then we'll shut you down

You can look but you better not touch Bard
You can look but you better not touch
Mess around and you'll end up in dutch Bard
You can look but you better not
no you better not
no you better not touch

Good golly, Spike Lee!
Sure love to ball!
When he's rocking and rolling
Can't hear video games call

Now, the goths, ah, they tramp the streets or get busted for dancing on the beach all night
Them boys in their spiked high heels, ah, Sandy, their skins are so white

When the night's quiet and you don't care anymore,
And your eyes are tired and there's someone at your door
And you realize you look like shit

Turtle says, “Those romantic young boys, all they ever want to do is fight,
Those romantic young boys, they’re callin’ through the window:
Hey, bro, Vinny, you want to give me a little money tonight?”

big limousine long shiny and black
You don’t look ahead you don’t look back
How many times can you get up after you’ve been hit?
Well I swear if I could spare the spit
I’d lay one on your shiny chrome
And send you on your way back home

I had a brother at Hardhome
Fighting off the Walker throng
They're still there, but he's all gone

Seven files, seven formats
I can't tell apart anyway
Your favorite record's on the turntable
I drop the needle and pray

Have you ever seen a My Little Pony in the field so shiny and chrome?
If you've ever seen a My Little Pony then you've seen me

Now the hardness of this world slowly grinds your dreams away
Makin’ a fool’s joke out of the promises we make
And what once seemed black and white turns to so many shades of gray
We lose ourselves in work to do and bills to pay
And it’s a ride, ride, ride, and there ain’t much cover
It makes me really want a hug, my blood…

The McNicholas, the Posalski's, the Smiths, Zerillis, too
The Blacks, the Irish, Italians, the Germans and the Jews
Come across the water a thousand miles from home
With nothin in their bellies but the fire down below
They died building the railroads worked to bones and skin
They died in the fields and factories names…

Some folks they want a handsome Dik or some good-lookin’ Scrawler
In their comments some girls like a sweet-talkin’ Spielbergo
Well ‘round here baby I learned you get what you can get
So if you’re rough enough for love honey I’m tougher than the rest

House got too crowded fur got too tight
And I don’t know just where I’m going tonight
Out where the sky’s been cleared by a good hard rain
There’s somebody callin’ my secret name