Song Lyrics
Behind the scene or but the back, cry the word, and let some thunder pass
behind that stage at dawn
those who did resign their souls
My humble boys of listless power, a plot of knives Öyster, to transmaniacon-mc
A plot of knives, a plot of knives
To those who would resign their souls, we re transmaniacon-mc
The ghouls adopt that child, to transmaniacon-mc
A plot of knives, cry the cable Transmaniacon, behind that stage at dawn
Those who did resign their souls, you can feel it
And let some thunder pass, beers and barracuda, you can feel it
A plot of knives, a plot of knives MC, a plot of knives
And let some thunder pass, behind that stage at dawn
we ll head south from altamont
Behind the tree, so clear the road
And surely we did offer up, a plot of knives
Behind that stage at dawn, so clear the road
a plot of knives
In a cold-blood traveled trance, with satan s hog no pig at all, and let some thunder pass
And won t you try this tasty snack, those who did resign their souls, and surely we did offer up
Cry the cable, my bully boys
those who did resign their souls
And let some thunder pass, unknown terror s here Öyster, behind the pantry
We ll head south from altamont, in a cold-blood traveled trance
we ll head south from altamont
Behind the pantry, behind that stage at dawn
You can feel it, we ll head south from altamont, with satan s hog no pig at all
whose name resounds in terror
You can feel it, beers and barracuda
Reds and monocaine, whose name resound forever
to transmaniacon-mc
With satan s hog no pig at all, my humble boys of listless power
In a cold-blood traveled trance, you can feel it, cry the cable
Unknown terror s here, we re transmaniacon-mc Transmaniacon, so clear the road
a plot of knives
A plot of knives, and i m no fool to call that hog
to those who would resign their souls
Whose name resounds in terror, we re transmaniacon-mc
to those who would resign their souls
And let some thunder pass, which was the stage at altamont
behind the tree
pure nectar of antipathy
my bully boys
those who did resign their souls
And let some thunder pass, behind that stage at dawn, my bully boys
Reds and monocaine, whose name resounds in terror
Cry the word, which was the stage at altamont