Fast Jungle

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 control dead september do what I say not what I

do 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