Pedal to the metal,
led on my feet,
enginge roaring,
turn up the heat
A roadrace to hell,
on crashcourse with sin,
a package of spells,
bet and you'll win
A date with the devil,
close to the heat,
people are dancing and Jesus the meat
A date with the devil,
close to the heat,
people are laughing and drums play the beat
[Chorus:]
l am the bastard son - evil inborn,
Satan in tip-top,
from head to toe
Just look at me,
sense my blitz,
down riding route 666
Semi-automatic,
a delicate show,
gotta keep running,
a few miles to go
Hook up a motel,
I need some sleep,
before joining in as his black fucking sheep
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