Fork made of Chrome

Verse 1

Cats in the fishbowl watch me swim laps

Bike chain wallet with a twenty-year map

Coins in the ashtray countin up the gas

Neon palm trees kissin through the rearview glass

Chorus

Slap the pack soft like a penthouse breeze

Oaktown creeper with my keys in the trees

Peanut butter guts on a sattellite feed

Night owl howlin at a double-D speed

Verse 2

I ate spaghetti with a fork made of chrome

Rented a postcard from a payphone zone

She said my laughter sounds like bubble wrap pop

I said that's just the echo when the stereo drop

Chorus

Slap the pack soft like a penthouse breeze

Oaktown creeper with my keys in the trees

Peanut butter guts on a sattellite feed

Night owl howlin at a double-D speed

Bridge

Ski mask made of aluminum foil

Tuna fish box steps I never uncoil

Jellybean pistols on a dashboard shrine

Cutlass Supreme smells like turpentine

Chorus

Slap the pack soft like a penthouse breeze

Oaktown creeper with my keys in the trees

Peanut butter guts on a sattellite feed

Night owl howlin at a double-D speed

Outro

Mm-hmm

Mm-hmm

Bubba...