Текст песни Blue Oyster Cult - Transmaniacon Mc
Blue Oyster Cult - Transmaniacon Mc слова песни
With satans hog no pig at all, and the weather getting dryWell head south from altamont in a cold blooded travelled tranceSo clear the road my bully boys and let some thunder passWere pain, were steel, a plot of knives,Were transmaniacon mcBehind the pantry, behind the tree, the ghouls adopt that childWhose name resounds forever, whose name resounds on terrorAnd Im no fool to call that hog, cause man I rememberThose who did resign their soulsTo transmaniacon mcAnd surely we did offer up behind that stage at dawnBeers and barracuda, reds and monocainePure nectar of antipathy behind that stage at dawnTo those who would resign their soulsTo transmaniacon mcCry the cable, cry the word, unknown terrors hereAnd wont you try this tasty snack, behind the scenes or but the backWhich was the stage at altamont, my humble boys of listless power:Were pain, were steel, a plot of knivesWere transmaniacon mc