Lyrics:

Rolling down a corridor that's long, grey, dark and dusty
Hear the screaming sound of rubber wheels on plastic floor
Crying out his need for blood, the motor-psycho is mad and thirsty
He'll catch up on you too late to reach the exit door
He's a motor-psycho of wire and steel
A motor-psycho on rubber wheels
Rubber wheels that kill the pain
The motor-psycho has done it again and again
He's a motor-psycho of wire and steel
A motor-psycho on rubber wheels
Rubber wheels that kill the pain
The motor-psycho has done it again and again
Razors on revolving arms are cutting slowly through your body
Metal laughter is echoing into a moonless night
Motor-psycho happiness is mad, morbid and truly bloody
This corridor to hell is his kingdom of delight
He's a motor-psycho of wire and steel
A motor-psycho on rubber wheels
Rubber wheels that kill the pain
The motor-psycho has done it again and again
He's a motor-psycho of wire and steel
A motor-psycho on rubber wheels
Rubber wheels that kill the pain
The motor-psycho has done it again and again