| Lyrics: | With satan's hog no pig at all, and the weather getting dry
We'll head south from altamont in a
cold blooded travelled trance
So clear the road my bully boys and let some thunder
pass
We're pain, we're steel, a plot of knives,
We're transmaniacon MC
Behind the
pantry, behind the tree, the ghouls adopt that child
Whose name resounds forever, whose name
resounds on terror
And I'm no fool to call that hog, cause man I remember
Those who did
resign their souls
To transmaniacon MC
And surely we did offer up behind that stage at
dawn
Beers and barracuda, reds and monocaine
Pure nectar of antipathy behind that stage at
dawn
To those who would resign their souls
To transmaniacon MC
Cry the cable, cry
the word, unknown terror's here
And won't you try this tasty snack, behind the scenes or but the
back
Which was the stage at altamont, my humble boys of listless power:
We're pain, we're
steel, a plot of knives
We're transmaniacon MC |
