Fast Jungle

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 save 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 brother,
 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