We’ve got to lubricate the death machine
Clean it out with turpentine
Pass me the bottle I’ll be allright
I’ve got to grease my brain tonight
It’s gonna rattle it’s gonna hum
Till I don’t know where I’m from
We’ve got lubricate the death machine

It won’t be pretty that’s a fact
My girlfriend’s got her things all packed
She can’t stand me when I’m drunk
So leave the keys and take your junk
I ain’t no saint I’ve never been
I’ve got to lubricate the death machine

Just one more drink before I go
Yes I’ll have the usual
Cause when I’m three sheets to the wind
Don’t care if drinking is a sin
You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen
But I’ve got to lubricate the death machine

I’ve found god in a thousand bars
I’m spitting up blood and seeing stars
Sure I might seem a little unsteady
But if you’ve got cash I’m always ready
My mouth’s covered in vaseline
I’ve got to lubricate the death machine