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