Detonate Testo

I'm a strapped-in loner, I was heedin' that shame You never shake my hand, you never know my name A crack house cooling, just chewin' the floor I pass out cold and I go look for some more I got all kinds of devices that I'm gonna detonate Got a .45 magazine, rags of gasoline Phone booth, gold tooth, a pigeon wing Got bazookas, hand grenades Firebomb weddings, spray down parades I used to work in an office in the outskirts of town Routine, the grindstone grinding me down So I picked up a filing cabinet and threw it at my boss And then I took him outside and hung him on a cross Then I kept walking on down the road, oh yeah Well, fourteen uzis later and a bottle of rum, a cigarette lighter and a live chicken Got in all kinds of mischief, some kinds I won't tell, I did all kinds of things Well, I went into the peekaboo hut to watch the lady have sex with a mutt And then, uh, then I then I had a demolition derby with some shopping carts And I killed every pop star in the top-twenty charts I like to hijack people, I like to jump through movie screens at the best ?? I was reading that hardcore magazine, "101 Erotic Things To Do With Bologna" Then I went home and I painted the tv screen on the old black and white tv And I painted a picture on it, and I watched it all night long I ate a live dog and I buried his bones, then I carved out a tombstone I got shell-casings in the freezer, a money belt in the drawer I stole some blank checks and I used them down at the comic book store I read a lot of comic books