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With Satan's hog no pig at allAnd the weather's getting dryWe'll head south from AltamontIn a cold-blood traveled tranceSo clear the road, my bully boysAnd let some thunder passWe're pain, we're steel, a plot of knivesWe're Transmaniacon MCBehind the pantry, behind the treeThe ghouls adopt that childWhose name resound foreverWhose name resounds in terrorAnd I'm no fool to call that hog'Cause man, I rememberThose who did resign their soulsTo Transmaniacon MCAnd surely we did offer upBehind that stage at dawnBeers and barracuda, reds and monocaine, yeahPure nectar of antipathyBehind that stage at dawnTo those who would resign their soulsTo Transmaniacon MCSongtexteCry the cable, cry the wordUnknown terror's hereAnd won't you try this tasty snackBehind the scene or but the backWhich was the stage at AltamontMy humble boys of listless powerWe're pain, we're steel, a plot of knivesWe're Transmaniacon...Look, all right! You can feel it! Aus Songtexte Mania