Transmaniacon MC

With satan's hog no pig at all, and the weather getting dry We'll head south from altamont in a cold blooded travelled trance So clear the road my bully boys and let some thunder pa*s We're pain, we're steel, a plot of knives, We're transmaniacon mc Behind the pantry, behind the tree, the ghouls adopt that child Whose name resounds forever, whose name resounds on terror And I'm no fool to call that hog, cause man I remember Those who did resign their souls To transmaniacon mc And surely we did offer up behind that stage at dawn Beers and barracuda, reds and monocaine Pure nectar of antipathy behind that stage at dawn To those who would resign their souls To transmaniacon mc Cry the cable, cry the word, unknown terror's here And won't you try this tasty snack, behind the scenes or but the back Which was the stage at altamont, my humble boys of listless power: We're pain, we're steel, a plot of knives We're transmaniacon mc