Transmaniacon MC Testo

With satan's hog no pig at all, and the weather getting dry

We'll head south from altamont in a cold blooded travelled trance

So clear the road my bully boys and let some thunder pass

We're pain, we're steel, a plot of knives,

We're transmaniacon MC


Behind the pantry, behind the tree, the ghouls adopt that child

Whose name resounds forever, whose name resounds on terror

And I'm no fool to call that hog, cause man I remember

Those who did resign their souls

To transmaniacon MC



And surely we did offer up behind that stage at dawn

Beers and barracuda, reds and monocaine

Pure nectar of antipathy behind that stage at dawn
To those who would resign their souls

To transmaniacon MC



Cry the cable, cry the word, unknown terror's here

And won't you try this tasty snack, behind the scenes or but the back

Which was the stage at altamont, my humble boys of listless power:

We're pain, we're steel, a plot of knives

We're transmaniacon MC