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​Can I Have A Ride?

This song is by Deli Creeps and appears on the album Dawn Of The Deli Creeps (2005).

Ooh, jezee that's a might nice car you got
Say how 'bout you just scoot on over there
I'd like a ride

Oh, what are those in back, huh, a four year old, an eight year old
You know their soft spots aren't grown completely closed in yet
There's a danger with the thumb
...Pop goes the soft spot!

Oh, does that scare you, is that too much to handle. huh?
'Cause I'll just cut of all your resources, your brain flow, your blood flow, your air flow,
All the things you need to be a functioning human, I'll end it.

This thing here, no its its healed, and that's all ok there too
These are things that happen you know
It pieces, bad news, part of the trade
Things happen, things happen

I know, your probably wondering what's going on
What does this guy want from us, well I just don't know
I think its best if you just keep your mouth shut while I size things up
I might get angry

It's so hard to believe, what some people can do
They enter life and exit just as quickly
But there's always something wrong

Missing, perhaps it's just a loved one
That you can not somehow seem to find

I'll poke you with my poking stick
Poke you with my poking stick
Right through the skull or the side of the neck
Belly button and that's all you want to know

Hey this is a nice headliner
Whoa, is that a splat mark or are those fly eggs
I don't know what I'm seeing
I got itches in the grill
I got itches in the pancakes
I got itches in the butter stack

You ever jab someone with a fork
You know how hard you gotta hit a skull to split it open with a spoon
That's what I'm saying you gotta get the real tools
You gotta get the things you can use
You can't mess around with kitchen items and utensils
When it comes to split'in the hock and ending the life

There's nothing better than the snap of the hock
You ever hear it?
You wrap the rope
You got the legs and the ankles tied up real tight
Then you lift off the ground as hard as you can
Snap snap snap
That's the hock, that's the hock, I love it

I don't wanna, I don't wanna hurt you but you might force me too
This time I'm maximum but next time I'm gonna be mean, I dunno what I will do
I think its best if you just keep your mouth shut while I size things up
I might get angry

It's so hard to believe
What some people can do
They enter life and exit just as quickly
But there's always something wrong

Missing, perhaps it's just a loved one
That you can not some how seem to find

I'll poke you with my poking stick
Right through the skull or the side of the neck

Poke you with my poking stick
Poke you with my poking stick
Poke you with my poking stick
Poke you with my poking stick
Poke you with my poking stick
Poke you with my poking stick
Poke you with my poking stick
Poke you with my poking stick