[Verse 1] With Satan's hog no pig at all and the weather's getting dry We'll head south from Altamont in a cold-blood traveled 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 [Verse 2] Behind the pantry, behind the tree, the ghouls adopt that child Whose name...Learn More