White Zombie - 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 forty-two 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 its 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