Hymn for New Cars

Bring me the heads of mine former opponents
 Make minor arrangements with tall prostitutes
 Then run through their ranks in stolen Volkswagens
 And show me your gashes, show me your gashes
 Pride is the price that we pay for our hot tub
 And after the scenery there's nothing to steal
 Run over your friends in stolen Volkswagens
 And tell them I sent you, and tell them I sent you
 Wednesday comes and she can't find a tissue
 She laughed at disabled parking attendants
 Run through their ranks in stolen Volkswagens
 And show me your gashes, show me your gashes
 This field is the best that a fielder could wish for
 But real ale is not a new cure for cancer
 Run over your friends in stolen Volkswagens
 And tell them I sent you, and tell them I sent you
 She bends
 She bends
 She bends
 She bends