Songtext von Fissure Of Rolando

I'm a steel driver: railroad spike right in your ear I'm a hot rodder: with a greasy ballpeen hammer dear As the eggheads rot in the sulphur pits of Hell You'll hear me laughin': ringin' death's doorbell Your eyeballs extracted: exactly just so Fit to be tied: cross your beak in a pretty bow They found her body beautiful, but never found her head Just a sweet goo and a nylon tricot thread Just one good tire on my Monte Carlo Alamo Just one good blow to the fissure of Rolando