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      The grill in the front is my sinister gun   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 Thelema   To the Abbey of Thelema   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   Blood is pavement   Blood is pavement