Razorblade Smile Lyrics - Machine Head

Call me the billionaire breaker, turn 'em into my bitch 

I'm the king of the freaks a' down here diggin' a ditch 

I'm at a weed cafe on a Netherlands street 

Riding a caffeine buzz and I'm starting to peak 

Mescaline pile, gettin' me high 

Laser beam eyes, puncture of the sky 

I'm catching lightning in a bottle and I'm hitting it hard 

I got no time for your bullshit so don't even start 

Freak magnet 

Pushin' back at you 

Straitjacket 

I'm a rock star in the gutter and I love it down here 

I'll take a shit on Mar-a-lago while I'm drinkin' a beer 

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Fuck your champagne wishes and your caviar dreams 

I'll throw a brick through your window 

And I'll kick in your teeth 

I got a methadone twitch with a Vicodin itch 

I'm smoking crank on a foil like a son of a bitch 

Gonna fuck your borders, barbed wire dick 

Gorge on bullshit, #1 spic 

This is an all-black Russian hack, go USA 

Trump's in bed with North Korea 

And that just might be gay, come on 

Straitjacket 

Buckle up now quick 

Freak magnet 

I got a .357 and it's loaded and locked 

Pullin' a hair-brain trigger 'cause the hammer is cocked 

I got a razor blade smile and a cocaine tongue 

I got a boner for miles, I'm slinging loads for fun 

Carry a whiskey brown suitcase loaded with hash 

I'm eatin' pussy by a dumpster 

Beard stinking like snatch 

I'll drink you... 

Under the table with a gasoline smile 

Honey you're my fire, let's get lost for a while 

Blotto all our memories in bottles of wine 

Got a snake charmer's eyes, now you're caught on my line 

I'm chopping rails on a toilet, blazin' up the stall 

Chuggin' Jack in the food court, throwing up in the mall 

I'm a psychoactive child in a rich man's game 

I bet my future on a bar fight, kickin' ass, takin' names 

I'm a 

Freak magnet 

Pushin' back at you 

Straitjacket 

Buckle up now 

Black casket 

I'm in a polka-dot hearse headed straight for the grave 

No class, fast track, I can't be saved