Blur The Technicolor - Rob Zombie

Falling down I am a psychoholic

Erratic and sure I cannot fail

Replay slow smooth and automatic

Go easy riding danger

Yeah — two guns west I ride an instamatic

Polaroid rat crucifixion nail

Antenna down cruising in the deep red

Mouth of a demon angel

GET IT ON!

GET IT ON!

GET IT ON!

GET IT ON!

Yeah!

Rush of blood burn through my face

And vicious t-bird breed on the whore

Wonder wheel cool and hellamatic

Go easy riding danger

Yeah -- shadowplay I blur the technicolor

Stain a holy bed -- a diamond way

Blackened core clear fuck-o-matic

Mouth of a demon angel

GET IT ON!

GET IT ON!

GET IT ON!

GET IT ON!

Yeah!

Straight to the top sadistic or anything

Acid eat the face of night

Strip to the bone release me -- violate

Eye of God, a goddamn, right

GET IT ON!

GET IT ON!

GET IT ON!

GET IT ON!

Yeah!

Falling down I am a psychoholic

Erratic and sure I cannot fail

Sit them there and sink into the deep red

E-Z riding danger

Yeah!

Shadowplay I blur the technicolor

Keep 'em running-go-demolition way

Going down deep into a hole

Called love of a demon angel

GET IT ON!

GET IT ON!

GET IT ON!

GET IT ON!

GET IT ON!

GET IT ON!

GET IT ON!

GET IT ON!

(«This is the end of your rotten life you motherfucking dope pusher.»)