Rolling down a Corridor which is long grey dark and
dusty Hear the screaming sound of rubber wheels on
plastic floors Crying out his need for blood the motorpsycho
is mad and thirsty He will catch up on you too late
to reach the exit door He is a motorpsycho of wire
and steel a motorpsycho on rubberwheels,
killing and pain the motorpsycho has done it again
(and again!) He is a motorpsycho of wire and steel
a motorpsycho on rubberwheels,
killing and pain the motorpsycho has done it again
(and again!) Razors on revolving arms are cutting slowly
through your body Metal Laughter is echoing into a
moonless night Motorpsycho happiness is a mas morbid
and truly bloody This corridor to hell is his kingdom
of delight He is a motorpsycho of wire and steel a
motorpsycho on rubberwheels,
killing and pain the motorpsycho has done it again
(and again!) He is a motorpsycho of wire and steel
a motorpsycho on rubberwheels,
killing and pain the motorpsycho has done it again
(and again!) He is a motorpsycho of wire and steel
a motorpsycho on rubberwheels,
killing and pain the motorpsycho has done it again
(and again!) He is a motorpsycho of wire and steel
a motorpsycho on rubberwheels,
killing and pain the motorpsycho has done it again (and again!) and again!