American Sinner

Grease & Gears I got a brain all grease and gears I got a mouth all full of nails Such a gentleman do it with style Gotta newfangled debtors' jail And that nasty little bug that you didn't recognize You know now baby that was me I'm the reason your children are afraid of clowns I'm the nothing you run from in dreams I got a brain all grease and gears I’m sewing up all your seems Like it seems anymore like a normal night You punctuate with shots and screams I'll send my monkeys with flapping wings For you and your little dog too I'll snatch you up, mix up the parts And put it all together with glue Your guardian Angel I hog-tied her and Painted her wingtips black So you can trade your stroke of luck For a yellow stripe down your back