Crushed Velvet Man

The Motor City rocks like a head full of granite
We were diggin heavy metal before the whole planet
Got the Iggy Pop punk rock crash boom rattle
Too much grunge, we had to ship it to Seattle

Working on cars, sleeping in a van
Playing guitar, singing in a band
Crushed velvet man

Donny went downtown looking for a flea bite
Grande Ballroom Halloween night
He was kickin out the jams with the MC5
When the shit hit the fan he threw the Nova into overdrive

He only got away with a microphone boom
He was running all the lights he was running on fumes
But Chilli Mac ran out of Big Bambu
Now I think they're goin to Katmandu

Working on cars, sleeping in a van
Playing guitar, singing in a band
Crushed velvet man

Sleeping on the floor of the factory
Peeping at the girls while theyre taking a pee
Smokin Afghani dreaming up band names
Driving to Toronto gonna get piece of naked fame

Donny knew a guy from the Amboy Dukes
He could drink a lot and smoke a lot and really liked to toot
Swinging on vines and crashing into amps
I heard he shot a guy for stealing his lava-lamp

Growing up in Detroit City
Where all the boys want to dance real pretty
All the girls try to act so gritty
Its a tough town baby tough titties

Crushed velvet man
Working on cars, sleeping in a van
Crushed velvet man
Playing guitar, singing in a band
Crushed velvet man
Crushed velvet man