Lubricate the Death Machine
Clean it out with turpentine
Pass me the bottle I'll be allright
I've got to grease my brain tonight
It's gonna rattle it's gonna hum
Till I don't know where I'm from
We've got lubricate the death machine
It won't be pretty that's a fact
My girlfriend's got her things all packed
She can't stand me when I'm drunk
So leave the keys and take your junk
I ain't no saint I've never been
I've got to lubricate the death machine
Just one more drink before I go
Yes I'll have the usual
Cause when I'm three sheets to the wind
Don't care if drinking is a sin
You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen
But I've got to lubricate the death machine
I've found god in a thousand bars
I'm spitting up blood and seeing stars
Sure I might seem a little unsteady
But if you've got cash I'm always ready
My mouth's covered in vaseline
I've got to lubricate the death machine