Man in the front got a sinister grin, careen down highway 666



We wanna go, crush the slow, as the pitchfork bends the needles grow



My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, my blood is pavement



We're gonna ride to the abbey of thelema, to the abbey of thelema, blood is pavement



The grill in the front is my sinister grin, bugs in my teeth make me sick sick sick



The objects may be larger than they appear in the mirror







When you ride you're ridden, when you ride you're ridden



I am fueled with the filth and fury, Do what I will, I will hurry there