With satan's hog no pig at all,
and the weather getting dry
We'll head south from Altamont
in a cold blooded travelled trance
So clear the road my bully boys
and let some thunder pass
We're pain, we're steel, a plot of knives
We're Transmaniacon
Behind the pantry, behind the tree,
the ghouls adopt that child
Whose name resounds forever,
whose name resounds on terror
And I'm no fool to call that hog,
cause man I remember
Those who did resign thеir souls
To Transmaniacon
And surely we did offer up
bеhind the gates of dawn
Beers and barracuda, reds and Monocaine
Pure nectar of antipathy
behind that stage at dawn
To those who would resign their souls
To Transmaniacon
Cry the cable, cry the word,
unknown terror's here
And won't you try this tasty snack,
behind the scenes, behind the back
Which was the stage at altamont,
my humble boys of listless power
We're pain, we're steel, a plot of knives
We're Transmaniacon