Livin' fast and dying young like a endless poetry
My motor-psycho nightmare freak out inside of me
My soul salvation liberation on the drive
The power of the blaster move me faster
1965 yeah
Five yeah
Demon-warp is coming alive
In 1965, five, five
Gimme that, gimme that now, now, now
I've always wondered just how high R.Z. was when writing a lot of his lyrics.
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