Malignant Tumour Wheels And Gear
Asphalt is movin' under my ass
I got my guitar my, my battleaxe
Going to places where the sun never shines
Always on the move, following the white line
I live my life between wheels and gear
Never going home, so don't shed a tear
First gear, jet speed, second gear
My mouth is dry, I need another beer
third gear, oil feed, fourth gear
Where is the f..cking place, are we near?
