Lyrics to Crushed Velvet Man

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 they’re 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

It’s 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