Marilyn Manson – 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 gonna ride to the abbey of thelema, to the abby of thelema

blood is pavement the grill in the front is my sinister grin,

bugs in my teeth nake 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 thelema, to the abby of thelema

blood is pavement

“when you ride you’re ridden, when you ride, you’re ridden

i am fueled by filth 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