Flushed his face and shaved his legs
Saved up for a final drink
Straightjacket, see you later!!
Racing his hotrod to the brink
A lucid, violent guardian hellhound
"Babysitting" the world in need
Cultivating his spinal bimbos
Cut the branches and watch 'em bleed
Whirling wagons of extinctions
Fire whipped upon his back
Racing for a safe asylum
Sanctuary down the track
Named "a madman of the wheel"
He flew his hands upon the radiant
Twisted tubes inside the hourgla**
But he could not stop the meltdown
He found himself accelerating
He tried to calculate the crash
Building a life upon a bombshell
Is maybe not entirely wise?
There is no cure for all this madness
There is no way to stop the deal
And there's no way out for a lonely mouse
Out of his endless spinning wheel