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 gashesPride 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 youWednesday 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 gashesThis 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