[Verse 1: Eric Bloom]
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
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
Those who did resign their souls to Transmaniacon MC

[Verse 2: Eric Bloom]
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
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

[Outro: Eric Bloom]
Look, all right, you can feel it