Misery Machine
Man in the front got a sinister grinCareen down highway 666We wanna go, crush the slowAs the pitchfork bends the needles growMy arms are wheels, my legs are wheelsMy blood is pavementWe're gonna ride to the abbey of thelemaTo the abbey of thelemaBlood is pavement
The grill in the front is my sinister grinThe bugs in my teeth make me sick sick sickThe objects may be larger thanThey appear in the mirrorMy arms are wheels, my legs are wheelsMy blood is pavementWe're gonna ride to the abbey of thelemaTo the abbey of thelemaBlood is pavement
When you ride you're riddenWhen you ride, you're ridden
I am fueled by filth furyDo what I will, I will hurry there, there
My arms are wheels, my legs are wheelsMy blood is pavementMy arms are wheels, my legs are wheelsMy blood is pavement
Fuck it
My arms are wheels, my legs are wheelsMy blood is pavementMy arms are wheels, my legs are wheels