Grindhouse Baby Lyrics

Mind rape

You know I saw it on Buck Rogers

And a planet full of women

Making sex slaves out of men

Ass paint

How it got sprayed on wiggling victims

By a bug-eyed freaky dirtbag

Then some dude was stackin' dead

Ape shit

Those stinkin' damned and dirty pet slaves

Taking over every city

Makin' soldiers look so gay

Playin' at the altar

Of the big white screen

Sun sinkin' down

Into the backwood trees

Where teens poppin' beers

Would chase each other around

Girls goadin' the boys

To pull their tube tops down

All at the Grindhouse baby

Gettin' crazy and mean

Into the late night, prayin'

It'd get super obscene

Biker Gang

All rolling up a private driveway

To mock a rich guy and his daughter

And slurp spaghetti off her tits

Down the lane

A pretty thing with ugly secrets

Facing off against a psycho

To see who'd end in a grave

Billy Jack

Roundhouse kickin' pignose rednecks

And Buford Pusser trackin' pimps down

To take a bat to their heads

Laugh and scream and shakin'

At the flickering fakes

Runnin' to the snack bar

When they shuffled the reels

Checkin' all the back cars

For who's scorin' the bases

And lickin' drippy ice cream

Off our hands and faces

At the Grindhouse baby

Don't you screw with our fun

Waiting for nightmares

To shock us 'til the morning sun

Yeah

Do you wanna make her

strip on down?

Or

Will she blast your balls

You pervert clown

Stuck

In a future where

There's no escape

From eatin' each other

And the the big Mind Rape

You wanna pass out

Because it's 3 or 4

But someone's got a chainsaw

Slicin' up a whore

All so sick

And yet you just want more

Just want more

Vietnam

Harleys decked out with machine guns

Prison hippies on a mission

Offin' chinks like we won

Uptown

Black Coffee gunnin' for drug dealers

And jivin' jokers playin' badass

Hustlin' for the big score

Playin' at the altar

Of the big white screen

Sun, sinkin' down

Into the backwood trees

Where teens poppin' beers

Would chase each other around

Girls goadin' the boys

To pull their tube tops down

All at the Grindhouse, baby

Gettin' crazy and mean

Into the late night, prayin'

It'd get super obscene

Yeah, at the GrindHouse baby

Don't you screw our fun

Nightmarin' free and alive

Under a settin' sun