(Lux Interior, Ivy Rorschach)   Album: FlameJob      Hey baby, let’s get fucked up!      Let's get fucked up   Let's get fucked up!   Let's do some stuff   And get fucked up!   Yeah, tomorrow we'll feel like we been hit by a truck   But let's get fucked up honey      Goin' to a cockfight   Burn witch burn!   Heh, all my stuff in hock might   Never ever return   Ooo, goin' to the brink   Of oblivion   Gonna need a shrink    To get back again, aha!      Let's get fucked up!   Let’s get fucked up!   Let's get some stuff   And get fucked up!   Tomorrow we'll feel like we was hit by a truck    But let's get fucked up      A-gonna get lowdown    Gonna get keyed up   Gonna go to town   And get beat up   Gonna get way out   To the ‘drenaline   Gonna hit flameout    When my head caves in   Ooo ouch oo!   Let’s get fucked up, baby   Right now!      Fucked up!      Mmmmm   Slip on nocturnal shades   Head down to amateur night   Do some purple haze   Ahh, probably lose some fight   Ooo, get cool and casual   Get really sent   Dig some cruel and unusual    Punishment, aha!       Let's get fucked up!   Let’s get fucked up!   A-let's get some stuff   And then we’ll get fucked up   You know tomorrow we'll feel like we was hit by a truck    But let's get fucked up      Ohh baby, baby baby baby   Let’s strap on a little of that abnormal delirium   We’ll take a long fall down into that surrealist bucket   We’ll make one big grease spot outta this town baby, yeahh!   They all want to be your siamese chihuahua sweetheart, woo woo!   The ultimate degenerate: psychopathia sexuas, ha!   Too far out baby, tooo farr ouut!   Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaaa!      Fucked up!   I said fucked up!   Wooo!