Moistboyz is a band founded by Mickey Melchiondo Jr. (guitar) and Guy Helle… Read Full Bio ↴Moistboyz is a band founded by Mickey Melchiondo Jr. (guitar) and Guy Heller (vocals). In the spirit of Melchiondo's other group, Ween, the two have donned aliases. Melchiondo is known as the character Mickey Moist and Heller as Dickie Moist. Their music, like that of Ween, is often taken ironically by fans; some would even categorize them as comedy music, though they vehemently discourage this notion and argue that their entire purpose of the band is to support freedom of speech via rock n' roll music. The first two Moistboyz LP's, now sold together on one CD, are very minimal in production and feature drum machines and rapped lyrics. The third album moves away from the electronic sound and matures into a full-on live rock band, with the vocals being mostly screamed by Dickie Moist. The fourth LP, Moistboyz IV, mixes the hardcore sound with a more toned down heavy metal feel. The band released their first DVD, "Live Jihad", in June 2006.

The Moistboyz music is filled with lyrics that some perceive to be racist, chauvinistic, and homophobic. The band claims that they are not politically correct and are proud of their rights to free speech, gun ownership, and verbal assault on wrongs in society and in the music industry. This may or may not be a joke. The Moistboyz' music could be considered a parody of suburban music. In many songs, the listeners are reminded that the Moistboyz will never retire. In early 2008, a new touring lineup emerged, featuring Jeff Pinkus, formerly of Butthole Surfers, and Nick Oliveri of Mondo Generator and formerly of Queens of the Stone Age. They are currently being billed as Dickie Moist OTC while Mickey Moist is not involved in the band due to commitments with Ween.

Crank
Moistboyz Lyrics

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Somebody get me out of here and help me scrape my face
Get that hippie off my coat there's a murder in the place
I don't know your fuckin' girl ain't seen you in ten years
I see something slow and lame in the face of all my peers
Fury in my motor head and fryin' in my hole
Yellow plastic diamonds electrify my soul
I can suck the poison and breathe the acid pain
My eyes are white as satan's teeth there's fire in the rain

Can't bite it can't fight it can't thrill it can't kill it
I want it I need it I bleed it I breed it
I greet you I beat you I freak you I fuck you
Crank

Shit never burns the bag only in the eye
Cut me out another rail I'm never gonna die
Move your fuckin' car it's the final fuckin' warnin'
Rippin' up the asphalt and crashin' in the mornin'
Dude in the trailer park is cookin' up some trash
Paint scraper p2p the recipe's a smash
I think about my life and it all seems kinda cruel
Aw fuck it man the shit ain't real without some rocket fuel

Can't bite it can't fight it can't thrill it can't kill it
I want it I need it I bleed it I breed it
I greet you I beat you I freak you I fuck you
Crank

Butterflies have seizures
Bluebirds crash and burn
Mosquitos are like razor blades
Flyin' out of turn
Place is gettin' funky
Mother-ship pulls a prank

Well I need something hard
I'm ripped to the tits on crank

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Crank" by Moistboyz depict a dark, drug-fueled scene, as the singer pleads to be rescued from his current situation, which involves drugs and violence. The opening lines suggest that he is looking for a way out of a situation where he has been hurt, likely in a fight. He is also frustrated by the presence of a hippie, whom he blames for causing trouble. The verses depict a sense of aggression and delirium as the singer describes his state of mind, which includes a "fury in his motorhead" and a fire in the rain. The chorus, which repeats the word "crank" multiple times, suggests that the singer is addicted to the drug.

The second verse of the song continues to depict a sense of chaos, describing the singer's reckless behavior, including cutting and snorting drugs. He also seems to be driving dangerously and causing trouble for those around him. The final lines of the verse suggest that the singer is confused about his life, but is resigned to the fact that he needs drugs, or "rocket fuel," to make it through. The bridge, with its references to animals behaving strangely, adds to the sense of delirium and confusion that pervades the scene.

Overall, "Crank" is a bleak depiction of a life controlled by addiction, violence, and confusion. The lyrics suggest that the singer is trapped in this cycle and cannot find a way out. The metaphor of the song's title, "crank," also carries significance, as it refers both to the drug and to the idea of "cranking up" or increasing the intensity of something.

Line by Line Meaning

Somebody get me out of here and help me scrape my face
I need help getting out of this messed up situation and cleaning up my face, which is probably covered in dirt or drugs

Get that hippie off my coat there's a murder in the place
There's someone on my coat that I don't want there, and things are getting dangerous in this place

I don't know your fuckin' girl ain't seen you in ten years
I don't recognize your girlfriend, and it's been a long time since I've seen you

I see something slow and lame in the face of all my peers
All of my friends seem boring and uninspiring to me

Fury in my motor head and fryin' in my hole
I'm feeling intense anger and frustration that's affecting my entire body

Yellow plastic diamonds electrify my soul
Drugs are making me feel an artificial sense of excitement and joy

I can suck the poison and breathe the acid pain
I'm so used to taking dangerous drugs that they no longer affect me like they used to

My eyes are white as satan's teeth there's fire in the rain
My eyes are bloodshot and I feel like I'm in hell, even though it's raining outside

Can't bite it can't fight it can't thrill it can't kill it
I'm addicted to something that I can't resist or overcome, no matter how hard I try

I want it I need it I bleed it I breed it
I'm so obsessed with this thing that it's become a part of me, and I can't live without it

I greet you I beat you I freak you I fuck you
I'm aggressive and unpredictable, and I'll do whatever it takes to get my fix

Crank
This is what I'm addicted to, and I can't get enough of it

Shit never burns the bag only in the eye
The drugs I'm taking are supposed to be smoked, but they're so potent that they're causing me to hallucinate and see things that aren't there

Cut me out another rail I'm never gonna die
Give me another dose of this drug, because I feel invincible and nothing can harm me

Move your fuckin' car it's the final fuckin' warnin'
Get your car out of the way, or else something really bad is going to happen

Rippin' up the asphalt and crashin' in the mornin'
I'm driving recklessly and causing a lot of damage, even though it's early in the morning

Dude in the trailer park is cookin' up some trash
There's someone in the nearby trailer park making a dangerous drug

Paint scraper p2p the recipe's a smash
They're using a paint scraper to extract certain chemicals and ingredients from the drug, which makes it even more addictive and dangerous

I think about my life and it all seems kinda cruel
When I actually take a step back and reflect on my life and actions, I realize that everything is pretty messed up and unfair

Aw fuck it man the shit ain't real without some rocket fuel
Life is boring and meaningless without drugs, so why bother trying to live without them?

Butterflies have seizures
Even innocent creatures like butterflies are affected by the chaos and violence of the world

Bluebirds crash and burn
Even pleasant things like bluebirds can't escape the destruction caused by drugs and addiction

Mosquitos are like razor blades
Everything seems to be sharp and dangerous, even something as small as a mosquito

Flyin' out of turn
Things are out of control and unpredictable, with nothing following a set path or order

Place is gettin' funky
Things are going from bad to worse, with a sense of chaos and confusion permeating everything

Mother-ship pulls a prank
Something unexpected and strange is happening, like an alien spaceship playing a practical joke

Well I need something hard
I need something strong and intense, like drugs, to help me cope with everything that's going on

I'm ripped to the tits on crank
I'm completely high on drugs and there's no telling what I might do next

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