Crushed Velvet Man Lyrics - Singles - Eric Michael Jones

The Motor City rocks like a head full of granite 

We were diggin heavy metal before the whole planet 

Got the Iggy Pop punk rock crash boom rattle 

Too much grunge, we had to ship it to Seattle 

Working on cars, sleeping in a van 

Playing guitar, singing in a band 

Crushed velvet man 

Donny went downtown looking for a flea bite 

Grande Ballroom Halloween night 

He was kickin out the jams with the MC5 

When the shit hit the fan he threw the Nova into overdrive 

He only got away with a microphone boom 

He was running all the lights he was running on fumes 

But Chilli Mac ran out of Big Bambu 

Now I think they're goin to Katmandu 

Working on cars, sleeping in a van 

Playing guitar, singing in a band 

Crushed velvet man 

Sleeping on the floor of the factory 

Peeping at the girls while theyre taking a pee 

Smokin Afghani dreaming up band names 

Driving to Toronto gonna get piece of naked fame 

Donny knew a guy from the Amboy Dukes 

He could drink a lot and smoke a lot and really liked to toot 

Swinging on vines and crashing into amps 

I heard he shot a guy for stealing his lava-lamp 

Growing up in Detroit City 

Where all the boys want to dance real pretty 

All the girls try to act so gritty 

Its a tough town baby tough titties 

Crushed velvet man 

Working on cars, sleeping in a van 

Crushed velvet man 

Playing guitar, singing in a band 

Crushed velvet man 

Crushed velvet man