Fissure of Rolando

I'm a steel driver: railroad spike right in your ear

I'm a hot rodder: with a greasy ballpeen hammer dear

As the eggheads rot in the sulphur pits of Hell

You'll hear me laughin': ringin' death's doorbell

Your eyeballs extracted: exactly just so

Fit to be tied: cross your beak in a pretty bow

They found her body beautiful, but never found her head

Just a sweet goo and a nylon tricot thread

Just one good tire on my Monte Carlo Alamo

Just one good blow to the fissure of Rolando