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 growMy arms are wheels
My legs are wheels
My blood is pavementWe're gonna ride to the Abbey of Thelema
To the Abbey of Thelema
Blood is pavementThe 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 mirrorMy arms are wheels
My legs are wheels
My blood is pavementWe're gonna ride to the Abbey of Thelema
To the Abbey of Thelema
Blood is pavementWhen 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, thereMy arms are wheels
My legs are wheels
Blood is pavement
Blood is pavement