Lyric Car Full Of Pain

I bought me an auto, an 81 Ford Escort Wagon
Now the fan it be broke and the tail-pipe it be draggin
I feel like a schlemiel, my mechanic s fit for hangin
I got to go to Rust Check , bout the price I ll be hagglin
I can t drive it home because the muffler it be saggin
Got a car full of pain

Satan s is my engine, Beelzebub s in my trunk
Mephistopheles at the wheel because I m too gosh darn drunk
Baal s my passenger and Lucifer s beside him
A demon s in the coolant, I got bats in the transmission
This Escort needs an exorcism, Pan is to blame
Got a car full of pain

I put a tiger in my tank, I let a champ spark my gas
Now I got s a demon in the hood, a pain in the ass
I think the seats are broken (Oh, no)
Okay play us some blues on that harp
Blind Lemon Trevor!
[Insert Trevor s cool harmonica solo here]

Please, please mister, take your blessed wrench
Cast out this demon horde and replace the brimstone stench
With the smell of gasoline, a heavenly muffled roar
I ll worship you oh Speedy man, Mister Goodwrench even more
Let it run, let it run, let it run, oh God, let it run

And now it purrs just like a kitten, it roars just like a lion (Roar!? What?)
I purrs just like a temple golden carved by the Mayans
Here comes the mechanic, oh no, how much?
Four hundred bucks, you piece of slime, you smell and you suck
Your father was a jackal, your mom s his sister s bitch
Got a car full of pain

Yeah I got a car full of pain
I got a car full of pain
I got a car full of pain
Got a car full of pain
I got a car full of pain
I got a car full of pain
Car full of, car full of, car full of pain
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