Lyrics:

With satan's hog no pig at all, and the weather getting dryWe'll head south from altamont in a cold blooded travelled tranceSo clear the road my bully boys and let some thunder passWe're pain, we're steel, a plot of knives,We're transmaniacon MCBehind the pantry, behind the tree, the ghouls adopt that childWhose name resounds forever, whose name resounds on terrorAnd I'm no fool to call that hog, cause man I rememberThose who did resign their soulsTo transmaniacon MCAnd surely we did offer up behind that stage at dawnBeers and barracuda, reds and monocainePure nectar of antipathy behind that stage at dawnTo those who would resign their soulsTo transmaniacon MCCry the cable, cry the word, unknown terror's hereAnd won't you try this tasty snack, behind the scenes or but the backWhich was the stage at altamont, my humble boys of listless power:We're pain, we're steel, a plot of knivesWe're transmaniacon MC