Fast Jungle

Fast, fast jungle king of the road fast,

fast jungle got a suicide machine big bad jungle flying

down high down the sewer streets sailing down the river

streets destination light neon number for



O grind and move my way found and kick my way down

and s ave my way hanging on psychic ride sliding down

fridays child get out now before you cripple shell

crowds a carbon long while a twisted root digs the

citys hold careless saint preach of love modern trash

scream for war citycide going nowhere citycide nowhere

which ung end in a dragstrip crash leatherman singing

for the past painted eyes got a face to remember king

of control dead september do what I say not what I

do leave it to the true beasts the mindless,

motherless dog bitch spread her life on the fucking

floor rip her legs in the shattered glass retaliation

murders retaliation murders now the rot control the

tooth and the dirt in the world say freak father to

bro ther, sister to mother taste the failure from one

another sometimes all that glittlers gold

When it's howling in the widows grave where a broken

skull speak like a God and the head-stone reads --buddy

holly-- join the ressurection rave on in my direction

rave on got to rave on rave on rave on rave on