I gotta file my teeth and glue fish-scales on my tongue
I gotta grease my hair from a tub of orang-utan dung
I gotta stay outrageous even if I can't stay young
Rattlesnake Rock, let it roll
Rattlesnake Rock, let if roll
There's a hole in my sock, there's a slide-rule in my soul
I pull open my shirt and climb into my sling-back heels
And my aerosol eczema tingles before it congeals
On my chicken-bone chest in a blaze of pimples and weals
I gotta stretch of thigh peepin’ coyly through my pants
And my show’s planned out like an armoured division’s advance
I’m against the law – including the law of chance
I foam at the mouth in spasms of sadistic rage
When I'm burning a baby and eating the ashes on stage
And screwing a skunk through a hole in the back of its cage
So let’s start the smoke and turn on the old strobe light
Ten thousand kids will be dying of boredom tonight
And tomorrow I’ll tell the papers they died of fright
Rattlesnake Rock, let it roll, kill your mother
Rattlesnake Rock, let if roll, rape your brother
There's a hole in my sock, there's a slide-rule in my soul
