Werewolves On Wheels

listen up baby

we got something you should know

there’s a riot in the streets

and you are in the show

just tighten up yer jaw

and thicken up yer hide

cuz these rebel outlaws

gonna show you how to ride!

1978 in the year of our lord

we is rebel trash you know

it was a time for feelin right

that’s when we come out to ride

the smell of blood be our guide

chorus:

let’s creepy crawl through broken jaws

roll them bones out on the lawn

show them all how it feels

to shake the urge we have to kill

we’ll show them all

ride

werewolves on wheels

round the pit

werewolves howl and sing

high on flesh suckin moonshine gasoline

fire our guns cuz we’re proud of bein thugs

there’s nothin like a fine-tuned machine

watch the leather on our backs

burnin down the road

we’re on the hunt for another overload

TNT like a stick of dynamite

who gives a damn if we come out alive