Blue Oyster Cult - transmaniacon mc текст песни

With satans hog no pig at all, and the weather getting dry

Well head south from altamont in a cold blooded travelled trance

So clear the road my bully boys and let some thunder pass

Were pain, were steel, a plot of knives,

Were transmaniacon mc

Behind the pantry, behind the tree, the ghouls adopt that child

Whose name resounds forever, whose name resounds on terror

And Im no fool to call that hog, cause man I remember

Those who did resign their souls

To transmaniacon mc

And surely we did offer up behind that stage at dawn

Beers and barracuda, reds and monocaine

Pure nectar of antipathy behind that stage at dawn

To those who would resign their souls

To transmaniacon mc

Cry the cable, cry the word, unknown terrors here

And wont you try this tasty snack, behind the scenes or but the back

Which was the stage at altamont, my humble boys of listless power:

Were pain, were steel, a plot of knives

Were transmaniacon mc