Hell, Ca., Pop. 4

She's a lone bitch biker with a skull tattoo

Rides a mean black Harley carries buck knife too

Outlaw Sheila in a leather vest

They say she's worst, I know she's best

'Cause love is the unknown rider

Hitchin' down the road with about ten cents

She picks you up buys some cold Budweiser

Stealin' down the highway wind in your hair

You don't know her name but you don't care

'Cause love is the unknown rider

Spray paint one black can I'm really famous man

On the walls that I spray on

Black streak cool freak long hair loud guitar

Bloody mouth preacher sinner go out at twelve

'Cause I'm from Hell California population four

I'm from Hell California population four

Lipstick on the mirror bee's honey on her thigh

Lingerie past issue

I commit fantacide 'cause she's unknown she's the unknown rider

So what who gives a fuck I live in Hell Hell is my home

I'm from Hell California population four

I'm from Hell California population four

I want some every night can't stop myself or the world from turning

I don't even know your name but I think we'll party just the same

I'm from Hell California population four

I'm from Hell California population four

I'm from Hell California population four

I'm from Hell California population four