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 going to ride to the abbey of Thelema
To the abbey of Thelema
Blood is pavement

The grill in the front is my sinister grin
The 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 going to 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
My blood is pavement
My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels
My blood is pavement