No mind for her rituals and it's a shame
And the finest stitches write your name
She's got a lock box that she keeps from [?]
But the combination was forgotten long ago
[Chorus]
Run over me with satanic wheels
Do you know how the leather feels
Do you know
No time for martyrs this time around
As I get smarter I'm gonna burn you down
[Chorus]
Just like a tainted horoscope
Just like a touchy-feely grope
Just like a bloody overcoat
Just like a sinking pleasureboat
I get my advice from gas boy
I get all my gas from advice boy
Let's get up, let's get up and move
Let's get into the Smorgasbord groove
And like my theory just proved
When mountains are moved
Things are improved
And I (run over me with satanic wheels)
Think it's getting better all the time (do you know how the leather feels)
(Do you know
Do you know
Do you know)