Your ego's stepping on my toes. Never been this close to sin even though I don't believe in symbols. You have to answer for yourself. Hate combined with ignorance makes one furious.
Slowly wake to face another day. Hell, I can't escape. Can someone tell me what is going on?. Working for pennies, singing a song. . [Chorus:]. Like in wasteland.
We're out there rockin' every in house. We're out there rockin' the cotton fields. We've even seen some preachers dancin'. Shakin' their hips to our rockin' feast.
Damage done and the seventh son, holy hell we are sleepless. Comatose red in the serpent's bed, hell we are dying in fever. . Dinner's served on silver plates, one last gasp of freedom.
I'd better step into my boots, keep shocking. A box of red wine keeps my head up rocking. A big pack of kicks and I'll go again. . You'd better start to wake up, baby.
There's a circle of claws and a sharks shaped jaws. Go for the kill before paying the bill. You'd better watch your back, wear the wizard's hat. It's coming up fat, the rot 'n' roll attack.
Fuck off, what do you want?. Like a fistful of metal we hunt. We're the bastards of your dreams. A mean machine, we always come clean. . A mean pack of sinners, no saints.
We're in a state without action. Now these kids want some satisfaction. Wanna keep on rocking all night long. Having some fun, breaking some bones. . Fat fucks with paychecks like 15.
There's this southern snake. 50 feet and heavy as hate. Long time gone for man to see. True devil's servant, kill you and me. . I'm the venom in your bones like a rusty trigger.
I lie awake while the gods are sleeping, I trust in death as the only real thing. I denied god two times and twenty years ago, I believe in things you never want to know.