Satanic Wheels

No wine for witches

And the finest stitches to write your name

She’s got a lockbox that she for more than show

But the combination was forgotten long ago

Run over me with satanic wheels

Do you know how the leather feels?

Do you know?

No time for martyrs this time around

As I get smarter, I’m gonna burn ya down

Run over me with satanic wheels

Do you know how the leather feels?

Do you know?

Just like a tainted horoscope

Just like a touchy-feely grope

Just like a bloody overcoat

Just like a sinking pleasure boat

I get my advice from gas boy

I get all of my gas from advice boy

Let’s get up, let’s get up and move

Let’s get into the Smorgasbord groove

And like my theory just proved

When mountains are moved, views are improved

And I, think it’s getting better all the time

Do you know?