Head down, cut out
What the hell's he on about?
Black blade, licked clean
We're the ones to hear you scream
We're going riding, going riding
Death truck
Big deal, just taste
Turn around and slap my face
Big meal, for God's sake
Life blood draining from your plate
We're going riding, go riding
Death truck
Watch that man,- incinerate
Head spins like a satellite
Stands too close to firelight
His skin burns thin, so we know where he's been
He's been riding, been riding
Death truck
Watch that window, cave in
This is no way to save him
I hear the driver's still alive
Cross your heart and hope to die
Die riding, go riding
Death truck
Dog truck
Taste good
Lekkere droom
