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