Death Drive

Say hello to the mutant

I can't quite fit in

(Fit in, fit in, fit in, fit in, fit in)

Just wanted to greet ya

Before we bite the dust

(Bite the dust, bite the dust)

Lipstick kisses on the dashboard grille

Hitchin' a ride on which to kill

Creature at the wheel drives without a soul

Sortin' a ride

But he's on a roll

So why don't you like me

My first human friend

I lost my ragdoll

She could really bend

Those blessings you count on

Travel in a hearse

(In a hearse, in a hearse)

So put the death drive in reverse

Death drive

Death drive

(Backseat hottie on the)

Death drive

(Backseat hottie on the)

Death drive

Death drive

Death drive

(Backseat hottie on the)

Death drive

(Backseat hottie on the)

Always coming

Coming

Always coming down

Coming 'round

(Always coming)

(Coming down)

(Always coming down)

(Coming down)