Death Truck Testo

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
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
Death Truck
Watch that man, incinerate
Head spins like a satellite
Stands too close to fire light
His skin burns thin
So we know where he's been
He's 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