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 the ema, to the abbey of the

ema

Blood is pavement

The grill in the front is my sinister grin, 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 the ema, to the abbey of the

ema

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

Blood is pavement