Texty: Cramps, The. Fissure Of Rolando.

I?m a steel driver? railroad spike right in your ear
I?m a hot rodder? with a greasy ballpeen hammer dear

As the eggheads rot in the sulphur pits of Hell
You?ll hear me laughin?? ringin? death?s doorbell

Your eyeballs extracted? exactly just so
Fit to be tied? cross your beak in a pretty bow

They found her body beautiful, but never found her head
Just a sweet goo and a nylon tricot thread

Just one good tire on my Monte Carlo Alamo
Just one good blow to the fissure of Rolando