Transmaniacon MC - Live

Good evening, everyone, London people
 We're Blue Oyster Cult, and we are very glad
 To be playing blues Oyster Cult, here we go
 One, two, three, four
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 With Satan's hog no pig at all and the weather's getting dry
 We'll head south from Altamont in a cold-blood traveled 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
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 Behind the pantry, behind the tree, the ghouls adopt that child
 Whose name resound forever, whose name resounds in terror
 And I'm no fool to call that hog, 'cause, man, I remember
 To those who would resign their souls to transmaniacon MC
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 And surely we did offer up behind that stage at dawn
 Beers and barracuda, reds and monocaine, yeah
 Pure nectar of antipathy behind that stage at dawn
 To those who would resign their souls to Transmaniacon MC
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 Cry the cable, cry the word, unknown terror's here
 And won't you try this tasty snack behind the scene 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
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 Come on give me a willie now