I was born to burn 

I'm a bile-boxed baby

I camp in my lip

With rods on my hip

I'm out of my hole

I'm on cruise control

I'm wrapped in flesh

I've gotta merge with death

Were goin' my way

On the highway

I gotta' spread you thin 

All over the ground

By the silent savior

The supersonic wrecker 

On the road kill, road killer

Road people, road thriller

Don't do what I do

Do what I say

You could believe

You could be saved



I'm a chip off the old block

I got a chip on my shoulder

I can't face reality

But down in the poor melody



Of my death rattle and roll

Death rattle and roll

Death rattle and roll

Death rattle… 



One track baby

Where the torment never sleeps

The shits off the show

Their is no relief

From my death rattle and roll

Death rattle and roll