Built for speed
Born to bleed on wheels of fury
Devil deeds in ecstasy
Blazing trails of fire
Skullboogie beat in orgies
The death grows in numbers
The goat queen on her knees
She knows the secret
With magic
Black magic
We ride on wheels of death so tragic
With magic
Black magic
We ride on wheels of death so tragic
♪
We ride the streets with cloven feet
Through the hills of murder
Fleshcycles scream
She holds the key
Seven witches on the horizon
Skies look bleak for the weak
A satanic freakout
If you plead
The coven leaves
You stretched out on the highway
With magic
Black magic
We ride on wheels of death so tragic
With magic
Black magic
We ride on wheels of death so tragic
You know I've got a lot of hate inside
I've got some friends who ain't got any inside
They are filled with nothing but love
They're only crime is going to a hill
And smoking a little grass
Getting high looking to the stars at night
Writing poetry in the sand
What do you do
Keep us down in spirit
With magic
Black magic
We ride on wheels of death so tragic
With magic
Black magic
We ride on wheels of death so tragic
Hey we all know
How we're going to die baby
We're going to crash and burn
You wanna little cocaine with the devil, yeah
Pop a little LSD with the devil
You though you were gonna get away from old Satan
Didn't ya, hun
Don't you know you can't get away from Satan
Born to bleed on wheels of fury
Devil deeds in ecstasy
Blazing trails of fire
Skullboogie beat in orgies
The death grows in numbers
The goat queen on her knees
She knows the secret
With magic
Black magic
We ride on wheels of death so tragic
With magic
Black magic
We ride on wheels of death so tragic
♪
We ride the streets with cloven feet
Through the hills of murder
Fleshcycles scream
She holds the key
Seven witches on the horizon
Skies look bleak for the weak
A satanic freakout
If you plead
The coven leaves
You stretched out on the highway
With magic
Black magic
We ride on wheels of death so tragic
With magic
Black magic
We ride on wheels of death so tragic
You know I've got a lot of hate inside
I've got some friends who ain't got any inside
They are filled with nothing but love
They're only crime is going to a hill
And smoking a little grass
Getting high looking to the stars at night
Writing poetry in the sand
What do you do
Keep us down in spirit
With magic
Black magic
We ride on wheels of death so tragic
With magic
Black magic
We ride on wheels of death so tragic
Hey we all know
How we're going to die baby
We're going to crash and burn
You wanna little cocaine with the devil, yeah
Pop a little LSD with the devil
You though you were gonna get away from old Satan
Didn't ya, hun
Don't you know you can't get away from Satan
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