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 friday's 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 glitters 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 resurrection rave on 
In my direction rave on 
Got to
Rave on rave on rave on rave on