Transmaniacon MC

With satan's hog no pig at all, and the weather getting dry
 We'll head south from altamont in a cold blooded travelled trance
 So clear the road my bully boys and let some thunder pass
 We're pain, we're steel, a plot of knives,
 We're transmaniacon MC
 Behind the pantry, behind the tree, the ghouls adopt that child
 Whose name resounds forever, whose name resounds on terror
 And I'm no fool to call that hog, cause man I remember
 Those who did resign their souls
 To transmaniacon MC
 And surely we did offer up behind that stage at dawn
 Beers and barracuda, reds and monocaine
 Pure nectar of antipathy behind that stage at dawn
 To those who would resign their souls
 To transmaniacon MC
 Cry the cable, cry the word, unknown terror's here
 And won't you try this tasty snack, behind the scenes or but the back
 Which was the stage at altamont, my humble boys of listless power:
 We're pain, we're steel, a plot of knives
 We're transmaniacon MC