Hot Rod Stigmata (3:26)

Hello good day, how are ya?
Slip a dollar in the bowl
And grab yourself a set of wheels
For your deeply pious soul

You arrive from nowhere
Bloody hand and bruised knee
Now watch the world turn inside out
As I hand you the keys

Hot Rod Stigmata
Hot Rod Stigmata

The engine’s golden roaring
Hood ornament’s a dove
Filling up those bucket seats
With glory from above

You found the map long ago
Shades are in the glove
Now kick the tires and grab the stick
And start spreadin’ the love

Hot Rod Stigmata
Hot Rod Stigmata
Hot Rod Stigmata
Hot Rod Stigmata

Something in the vibe of that famous night
Uncuffed from what you thought that freedom means
Now that you’ve ceased the careless use
Of your powerful sunrise tools
On rando dudes at the bars
You’ve found your home among the stars
You’ve found your home among the stars

New corona round your head
A wonder to behold
Watch the statues weeping
As you tear on down the road

Souls as flash as yours
Gotta deal with the cops
Tell ’em all you got that bitch
At St. Frank’s body shop
At St. Frank’s body shop

Hot Rod Stigmata
Let no man trouble thee
Hot Rod Stigmata
Let no man trouble me
Hot Rod Stigmata
Let no man trouble thee
Hot Rod Stigmata
Let no man trouble me
Hot Rod Stigmata