Transmaniacon Mc Lyrics - Blue Öyster Cult - Blue Oyster Cult

With Satan's hog, no pig at all 

And the weather getting dry 

We'll head south from Altamont 

In a cold blooded traveled trance 

So clear the road my bully boys 

And let some thunder pass 

We're pain, we're steel, a plot of knives 

We're transmaniacon MC 

Behind the pantry, behind the tree 

The ghouls adopt that child 

Whose name resounds forever 

Whose name resounds on terror 

And I'm no fool to call that hog 

'Cause man I remember 

Those who did resign their souls 

To transmaniacon MC 

And surely we did offer up 

Behind that stage at dawn 

Beers and barracuda 

Reds and monocaine 

Pure nectar of antipathy 

Behind that stage at dawn 

To those who would resign their souls 

To transmaniacon MC 

Cry the cable, cry the word 

Unknown terror's here 

And won't you try this tasty snack 

Behind the scenes or but the back 

Which was the stage at Altamont 

My humble boys of listless power 

We're pain, we're steel, a plot of knives 

We're transmaniacon