Death Truck - Attrition

Head down, cut out

What the hell’s he on about?

Black blade, licked clean

We’re the ones to hear you scream

We’re going riding, going riding

Death truck

Big deal, just taste

Turn around and slap my face

Big meal, for God’s sake

Life blood draining from your plate

We’re going riding, go riding

Death truck

Watch that man, — incinerate

Head spins like a satellite

Stands too close to firelight

His skin burns thin, so we know where he’s been

He’s been riding, been riding

Death truck

Watch that window, cave in

This is no way to save him

I hear the driver’s still alive

Cross your heart and hope to die

Die riding, go riding

Death truck

Dog truck

Taste good

Lekkere droom