He's got a fast machine, he needs it
Some drugs maybe two, yeah
Was raised on broken glass and fire,
Six strings and wheel loose his mind yeah
He loves Satan thrash
Was born on polluted city
Now he is looking for Madness
Wants to see Rock and Roll
The sundown paints the road he wonders
Headaches can easy go this way
There is no reason to find no shelter
More light and noise will make it all right
He loves Satan thrash
Was born on polluted city
Now he is looking for Madness
Wants to see Rock and Roll
He goes like thunder on wild desire
Trying to find his satanic magic
The floor is getting shifty
Rats eating his brain again yeah