Rocket from the Tombs
Rocket from the Tombs
Rocket from the Tombs
Rocket from the Tombs
Rocket from the Tombs
Rocket from the Tombs
Rocket from the Tombs
Rocket from the Tombs
The girls won't touch me cause I got a misdirection
And livin at night isn't helpin my complexion
The signs all say it's a social infection
A little bit of fun's never been an insurrection
Mom threw me out til I get some pants that fit
She just don't approve of my strange kind of wit
I get so excited I always gotta lose it
Then they pack me off & make me take the cure
But I don't need a cure
Don't need a cure
Don't need a cure
Need a final solution
Buy me a ticket to a sonic reduction
Guitars gonna sound like a nuclear destruction
It seems I'm the victim of natural selection
Or maybe just another slide in another direction
I don't need a cure
Don't need a cure
Don't need a cure
Need a final solution
Solution!