12 Nov 2013
It's a chop shop

The only way to exit is going piece by piece
Nervous wrecks of accidents fade in the rearview

Get your spare parts here
You don't have to pay
Bring your spare parts here
Here your parts will stay

Let's swallow bitter pills
Darkness brings a chill
Shaking hands gone still

We'll cut it up and break it down
We'll take your junk and recombine it
Secret stash, flush with cash
We'll let you know where you can find us
This message will self-destruct
So memorize your assignment
Underground, lost and found
Get on up if you want to get down

Break it up
Rip it up
Tear it up
Break