I was born to burn    I'm a bile-boxed baby   I camp in my lip   With rods on my hip   I'm out of my hole   I'm on cruise control   I'm wrapped in flesh   I've gotta merge with death   Were goin' my way   On the highway   I gotta' spread you thin    All over the ground   By the silent savior   The supersonic wrecker    On the road kill, road killer   Road people, road thriller   Don't do what I do   Do what I say   You could believe   You could be saved      I'm a chip off the old block   I got a chip on my shoulder   I can't face reality   But down in the poor melody      Of my death rattle and roll   Death rattle and roll   Death rattle and roll   Death rattle…       One track baby   Where the torment never sleeps   The shits off the show   Their is no relief   From my death rattle and roll   Death rattle and roll