I have the road in my blood

I drive a custom van

I play the tunes

I'm the neighborhood ice cream man

So don't you mess this boy around

The other day when the clinic had it's local debut

Some chicks were trying to picket

The doctor threatened to sue

I don't care if it's a baby or a tissue blob

but if we run out of youngsters

I'll be out of a job

And so I

I did my duty

cleaning up the neighborhood

I blew up the clinic real good



Try and catch me coppers

Your stinkin' badges better think again

Before you mess this boy around

I've hung in Saigon just to see the special effects

I've hung from gravity boots for my napoleon complex

It's time to close

Ohhh.... There she blows.

History In the making

You picked a fight.

I pick dynamite

I blew up the clinic real good.



Preacher on a corner

Calling it a crime

The ends don't justify the means anytime

I stood up on my van

I yelled "Excuse me, sir

Ain't nothin' wrong with this country

a few plastic explosives won't cure