Death Rattle And Roll by Pig
I was born to burn
I'm a bile-boxed baby
I camp in my lip
With rods on my hip
I'm out of my hole
I'm on cruise control
I'm wrapped in flesh
I've gotta merge with death
Were goin' my way
On the highway
I gotta' spread you thin
All over the ground
By the silent savior
The supersonic wrecker
On the road kill, road killer
Road people, road thriller
Don't do what I do
Do what I say
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