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

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