Tustin Coin-Op Party Lyrics

   These coins have heads imprinted on them
   And below the heads "E. Pluribus Unim"
   It's time to wash the Shroud of Turin
   It's all crusty and caked with shit from the Charles Mountain 
   Should we use bleach, the brand Clorox?
   "I think not, you fucking ox!"
   I respect these good machines
   They got that stinky Shroud so clean