The Mechanic lyrics by McPatrick Head, music by Faxed Head The mechanic fixes cars The mechanic does not wash his hands The grease from the cars is everywhere It is on the door to the convenience store It is on empty cans of Coors light It is on my sister's body The mechanic, he fixes the cars The mechanic, he fixes my arms The mechanic, he spent time in jail The mechanic, he knocked both my sisters up When the doctors found my pentagrams They told me to find another clinic My sister found me sobbing She called the auto repair shop The mechanic arrived with his tools He built me two strong arms from an old bumper The mechanic, he fixes the cars The mechanic, he fixes my arms The mechanic, he spent time in jail The mechanic, he knocked both my sisters up I felt indebted to the mechanic I bought a book on automotive repair I offered up my services as an intern The drunk mechanic let me change the oil I destroyed the car inside and out I am covered in oil, high from sniffing glue The mechanic, he fixes the cars The mechanic, he fixes my arms The mechanic, he spent time in jail The mechanic, he knocked both my sisters up