Slowly wake to face another day Hell, I can't escape Can someone tell me what is going on? Working for pennies, singing a song [Chorus:] Like in wasteland
We're out there rockin every inhouse, we're out there rockin the cotton fields We've even seen some preachers dancin, shakin their hips to our rockin
I'd better step into my boots - keep shocking, a box of red wine keeps my head up rocking A big pack of kicks and I'll go again You'd better start to
Fuck off, what do you want? Like a fistfull of metal we hunt We're the bastards of your dreams - A mean machine, we always come clean A mean pack of
roses! fall down! then crush! It's an usual thing help me! help me! she screams out you wanna come along on... ROUTE 666 ROUTE 666
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the beat [Chorus:] l am the bastard son - evil inborn, Satan in tip-top, from head to toe Just look at me, sense my blitz, down riding route 666 Semi