Marilyn Manson - Misery Machine lyrics

Man in the front got a sinister grin, careen down highway 666

We wanna go, crush the slow, as the pitchfork bends the needles grow

My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, my blood is pavement

We're gonna ride to the abbey of thelema, blood is pavement

The grill in the front is my sinister grin,

bugs in my teeth make me sick sick sick

The objects may be larger than they appear in the mirror

When you ride you're ridden, when you ride you're ridden

I am fueled with the filth and fury,

Do what I will, I will hurry there