The Mechanic
lyrics by McPatrick Head, music by Faxed Head
The mechanic fixes cars
The mechanic does not wash his hands
The grease from the cars is everywhere
It is on the door to the convenience store
It is on empty cans of Coors light
It is on my sister‘s body
The mechanic, he fixes the cars
The mechanic, he fixes my arms
The mechanic, he spent time in jail
The mechanic, he knocked both my sisters up
When the doctors found my pentagrams
They told me to find another clinic
My sister found me sobbing
She called the auto repair shop
The mechanic arrived with his tools
He built me two strong arms from an old bumper
The mechanic, he fixes the cars
The mechanic, he fixes my arms
The mechanic, he spent time in jail
The mechanic, he knocked both my sisters up
I felt indebted to the mechanic
I bought a book on automotive repair
I offered up my services as an intern
The drunk mechanic let me change the oil
I destroyed the car inside and out
I am covered in oil, high from sniffing glue
The mechanic, he fixes the cars
The mechanic, he fixes my arms
The mechanic, he spent time in jail
The mechanic, he knocked both my sisters up.