Lyrics

Rolling down a corridor that's long, grey, dark and dusty Hear the screaming sound of rubber wheels on plastic floor Crying out his need for blood, the motor-psycho is mad and thirsty He'll catch up on you too late to reach the exit door He's a motor-psycho of wire and steel A motor-psycho on rubber wheels Rubber wheels that kill the pain The motor-psycho has done it again and again He's a motor-psycho of wire and steel A motor-psycho on rubber wheels Rubber wheels that kill the pain The motor-psycho has done it again and again Razors on revolving arms are cutting slowly through your body Metal laughter is echoing into a moonless night Motor-psycho happiness is mad, morbid and truly bloody This corridor to hell is his kingdom of delight He's a motor-psycho of wire and steel A motor-psycho on rubber wheels Rubber wheels that kill the pain The motor-psycho has done it again and again He's a motor-psycho of wire and steel A motor-psycho on rubber wheels Rubber wheels that kill the pain The motor-psycho has done it again and again