Fuel On The Hill

He's the fuel on the hill
 See him coming for the kill!
 Day after day, prone on a hill
 A man like a nitro junkie is drinking straight from a still
 Nobody wants to slow him They can see he needs his fuel
 He's a Beatallibanger
 He drinks fuel on the hill Til the sun's going down
 Eyes seeing red And the world spinning 'round
 Hard, loose, and clean, head in cloud
 Quenching his thirst with metal screaming perfectly loud
 No one else wants to hear it Beatle black or Metalli-white
 Fuck 'em man, white knuckle tight
 Woah—the fuel is pumping engines You can tell what he wants to do
 Your face on the chrome is burning
 He never listens to them He knows they're the fools
 On he burns and they don't like him
 On he burns...!