Song parody of
Creature of the Wheel
by Rob Zombie
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Alone against the world
Twist a reckless life, straight
Into the heart of the ripper
Trick of treat my mind to
A rebel ride, heldorado
Move like a monster
Creature of the wheel
Trigger wicked way
Tangle like a web
Beneath me
Ankle deep in hell
Through another way crucify
The sky above me
New god kill machine
And man say lord of the
Engines, yeah
Pocket full of dirt, frozen
In my hands, hold on to
The nameless
God yeah
Breathe
Into the deep
And dying light
Of day, overdose
On bloody wings
Splinter in the
Skin turn your
Eyes away, sick and
Swaggering, beneath me
Revolution mind ye of
Little faith
Rusty and dull
Cut me
New god kill machine
And man say lord
Of the engines
And o' brothers and sisters
I ask you to look at him. does
He have the marks? do you see
Them? no.
Demon-paper clowns
Stitched across my back
Easygoing dead black eyes
Microscopic giants on a chicken
Run, everybody dies laughing
Thrust into the drag on the
Edge and wait motivate the one
Inside you bastard kicker burn
Blow the ash away, heldorado
Gonna get you, get you
Get you, get you
Alone against the world
Twist a reckless life, straight
Into the heart of the ripper
Trick of treat my mind to
A rebel ride, heldorado
Move like a monster
Creature of the wheel
Trigger wicked way
Tangle like a web
Beneath me
Ankle deep in hell
Through another way crucify
The sky above me
New god kill machine
And man say lord of the
Engines, yeah
Pocket full of dirt, frozen
In my hands, hold on to
The nameless
God yeah
Breathe
Into the deep
And dying light
Of day, overdose
On bloody wings
Splinter in the
Skin turn your
Eyes away, sick and
Swaggering, beneath me
Revolution mind ye of
Little faith
Rusty and dull
Cut me
New god kill machine
And man say lord
Of the engines
And o' brothers and sisters
I ask you to look at him. does
He have the marks? do you see
Them? no.
Demon-paper clowns
Stitched across my back
Easygoing dead black eyes
Microscopic giants on a chicken
Run, everybody dies laughing
Thrust into the drag on the
Edge and wait motivate the one
Inside you bastard kicker burn
Blow the ash away, heldorado
Gonna get you, get you
Get you, get you
