Man in the front got a sinister grin  careen down highway 666
We want to 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 thelema  to the abbey of thelema
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
When you ride you're ridden, when you ride you're ridden
I am fueled with the filth and fury, Do what I will, I will hurry there