I was born to burn, I'm a bile-box baby
I can't button my lip, the payoff rides on my hip
I'm out of my hole, I'm on cruise control
I'm rhapsody in flesh, I've got a new lease of death

We're goin' my way on the highway
I gotta spread you thinly all over the ground
I'm the satellite saviour, the supersonic wrecker
I'm the road kill, road killer, road meat, road thriller

Don't do what I do
Do what I say
You could believe
You could be saved

Don't do what I do
Do what I say
You could believe
You could be saved

I'm a chip off the old block, I got a chip on my shoulder
I can't face reality bogged down in the banality
Of my death rattle and roll
Death rattle 'n' roll
Death rattle 'n' roll
Death rattle...
I'm on the right track baby, where the tarmac never sleeps
The shit's off the shovel, there is no relief
From my death rattle 'n' roll
Death rattle 'n' roll
Death rattle 'n' roll
Death rattle 'n' roll
Death rattle 'n' roll

I was born to burn, I'm a bile-box baby
I can't button my lip, the payoff rides on my hip
I'm out of my hole, I'm on cruise control
I'm rhapsody in flesh, I've got a new lease of death

Don't do what I do
Do what I say
You could believe
You could be saved

Don't do what I do
Do what I say
You could believe
You could be saved

Don't do what I do
Do what I say
You could believe
You could be saved
Don't do what I do
Do what I say
You could believe
You could be saved

Don't do what I do
Do what I say
You could believe
You could be...