Mr. Toad - The Blood Arm

I’m driving

On the wrong side of the road

Miller High Life

And a box of Marlboros

Stars are burning

Sky’s full of black holes

Three kinds of poppers

Blowing up my nose

Baby, don’t you know my name?

I’m famous everywhere I go

From London Town to L.A.

They call me Mr. Toad

Mr. Toad

I’m on the freeway

Pedal to the floor

Doing John Belushi lines

On a ouija board

Evil spirits

Coming through my doors

I’m just a tourist

In the afterworld, in the afterworld, in the after

Baby, don’t you know my name?

I’m famous everywhere I go

From London Town to L.A.

They call me Mr. Toad

Mr. Toad

Tires blown out

I threw away my phone

Blood is pumping

Eyes are pinholes

They’ll never catch me

They’ll never never let me go

I’ve got front row seats

To the Academy Awards

Baby, don’t you know my name?

I’m famous everywhere I go

From London Town to L. A

They call me Mr. Toad

Me, I’m on a roll

I’m on a roll, I’m on a roll

From London Town to L.A.

They call me Mr. Toad

Mr. Toad

Mr. Toad

Mr. Toad

Mr. Toad