Misery Machine - Marilyn Manson

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 the ema, to the abbey of the
ema 
Blood is pavement 
The grill in the front is my sinister grin, 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 the ema, to the abbey of the
ema 
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, my blood is pavement 

Blood is pavement