"Misery Machine" by 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