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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 From Letras Mania