Misery machine

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
 To the Abbey of Thelema
 Blood is pavement
 The grill in the front is my sinister gun
 Bugs in my teeth make me sick sick sick
 The objects may be larger
 Than they appear in the mirror
 My arms are wheels
 My legs are wheels
 My blood is pavement
 We're gonna ride to the Abbey of Thelema
 To the Abbey of Thelema
 Blood is pavement
 When you ride you're ridden
 When you ride you're ridden
 I am fueled by filth and fury
 Do what I will, I will hurry there, there
 My arms are wheels
 My legs are wheels
 Blood is pavement
 Blood is pavement