Misery Machine
Lyrics
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 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 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
Writer(s): BRAD STEWART, BRIAN WARNER, CARL CICCHETTI, DONALD CLAPS, SCOTT PUTESKY, STEVEN BEIR
Copyright(s): Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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