fast, fast jungle king of the road fast, fast
jungle got a suicide machine big bad jungle flying
down high down the sewer streets sailing down the
river streets destination light neon number
forty-two grind and move my way found and kick my
way down and s ave my way hanging on psychic ride
sliding down fridays child get out now before you
cripple shell crowds a carbon long while a twisted
root digs the citys hold careless saint preach of
love modern trash scream for war citycide going
nowhere citycide nowhere which ung end in a
dragstrip crash leatherman singing for the past
painted eyes got a face to remember king of
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leave it to the true beasts the mindless,
motherless dog bitch spread her life on the
fucking floor rip her legs in the shattered glass
retaliation murders retaliation murders now the
rot control the tooth and the dirt in the world
say freak father to bro ther, sister to mother
taste the failure from one another sometimes all
that glittlers gold when its howling in the widows
grave where a broken skull speak like a god and
the head-stone reads --buddy holly-- join the
ressurection rave on in my direction rave on got
to rave on rave on rave on rave on