• Songwriters: Jeremy Kaplan, Brian Patrick Murray

Caught up in a bad one, you fall and you crawl back again
Ain't like the last one, you swear up and down I pretend
Me, I don't believe that you don't see that bird has flown

Air come up steamin'
Tune in, fall-out down below
Get up and get movin'
You've been fooled twice, now you know

Denny got his tires on sale but he'll never go too far
Never make it anywhere, never go the extra mile
Bennie's got a brand new bike that he never learned to ride
Pieces of the memory melted down and cast into the fire

Welcome to the Chop Shop!
Your ass is in the jackpot!
Hit 'em with your best shot, big chop, this will be your last stop
Louder than a gunshot
Hotter than a cooktop
Ride into the hot light, jack-knife
High-tail to the holy roll
Said, hallelujah, oh yeah

Lost in Suwannee, relief comes to me all alone
In the Windy City, the people that you meet all cast in stone

Denny got his tires on sale but he'll never go too far
Never make it anywhere, never go the extra mile
Bennie's got a brand new bike that he never learned to ride
Pieces of the memory melted down and cast into the fire

Welcome to the Chop Shop!
Your ass is in the jackpot!
Hit 'em with your best shot, big chop, this will be your last stop (whoa-oo-o)
It's louder than a gunshot
It's hotter than a cooktop
Right into the hot knife, jack knife, high-tail to the Holy Ghost
Hallelujah
Amen!

Yeah.