Stuart Davis - Ac/Dc lyrics

They bended zinc into a miniature can Put carbon rods up in the back of a man He's licking his prongs, it's shocking his tongue He wanted a charged, but it's making him numb He don't know AC from f**ing DC You get a body, but it isn't for keeps And every night you gotta die in your sleep You'll be excarnated, and still unaware The seat of your soul is playing musical chairs You don't get AC from fluxing DC Don't give me AC and say it's DC Which one will clutch me? Which will release me? Whatever AC, Whatever DC Don't let it touch me It won't release me They keep sweeping the starlight under the rugs They keep doping the kids with these invisible d** They keep pumping the mud into the sockets and plugs There's a dictator born each time a teenager shrugs What is the sound of one hand slapping Your face before your parents were born You don't AC from f**ing DC What is the sound of one hand slapping Your face before your parents were born You don't AC from f**ing DC