Transmaniacon MC

With Satan's hog no pig at all,

And the weather getting dry

We'll head south from Altamont in a cold-blooded travelled 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 world

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