Lyrics:

South of Market in the land of ruin You get all manner of action Tinsel tigers in The Metal Room Stalking satisfaction. They got 'em packaged up for love and money Tattooed tots and chrome spike bunnies Check my conscience at the DMZ And roll on in, gonna roll in it, honey But I get a feelin like when big things collide Like the crack before the thunder, like I really ought to hide And here comes Metal Angel, she looks ready to ride;