Misery Machine

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 gun Bugs in my teeth make me sick sick sick The objects may be larger Than they appear in the mirror 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 When you ride you're ridden When you ride you're ridden I am fueled by filth and fury Do what I will, I will hurry there, there My arms are wheels My legs are wheels Blood is pavement Blood is pavement