Misery Machine

I would like to face reality Let me tell you there's over three thousand groups operating in this country today And the number is growing As Christians we gotta take on the armor of Christ And go to battle against Satan 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 abbey of Thelema Blood is pavement Yeah 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 Blood is pavement We're gonna ride to the abbey of Thelema To the abbey of Thelema Blood is pavement! When you ride, you're ridden When you ride, you're ridden Beep beep, beep, beep His horn went beep, beep, beep I am fueled by filth and fury Do what I will, I will hurry there, there Yeah! My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels My blood is pavement My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels My blood is pavement, yeah Fuck it My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels My blood is pavement My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels My blood is pavement, pavement, pavement! Yeah, yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah! Go home to your mother! Doesn't she ever watch you!? Tell her this isn't some Communist daycare center! Tell your mother I hate her! Tell your mother I hate you! I want my son off of your mailing list I have already contacted the post office About your pornographic material That is being received in the mail My next stop is my attorney I do not want this number called anymore And I do not want anything delivered to my address If I receive anything else from this band Or this group My next phone call will be my attorney And you will be contacted Thank you and goodbye!