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 the ema, to the abbey of the ema 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 My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, my blood is pavement
We're gonna ride to the abbey of the ema, to the abbey of the ema Blood is pavement When you ride you're ridden, when you ride you're ridden I am fueled by filth and fury Do what I will, I will hurry there, there My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, my blood is pavement