Got a monster on my tail, man my tires are squeelin’ I’m puttin’ pedal to the metal to escape from this demon, I’ve watched my loved ones die all I got left is this truck And if they think they’re gonna take that then they’re crazy as fuck, I shoot a pipebomb out my tail just to send those mothers reelin’ ‘Cause there, Ain’t no feelin’ like eighteen wheelin’ Another wasteland town, another burned out wreck, Another hole full of survivors that I couldn’t protect, I’m runnin’ low on gas, I gotta find some soon, Before I end up like those others on the nearby dunes I should just quit this gig and find some sexual healin’ But still there, Ain’t no feelin’ like eighteen wheelin’ Just then some moto-psychos spot me and they’re comin’ up fast I gotta figure out a way to get these punks off my ass, I pull some crazy fuckin’ turn that sends one out in the dirt, And then I whisper something stupid like “Man, that’s gotta hurt” I set the wheel in gear and climb right out of the cab, ‘Cause I’m an eighteen wheelin’ god, don’t you understand? GO! I get up onto the roof and put my feet in the straps, They let me steer the truck from here while I go swat these gnats, I lock and load up my cannon , hope they’re ready to die, ‘Cause every press of the trigger blows another sky high, Now these minion fuckers know just with whom they are dealin’ I say there, Ain’t no feelin’ like eighteen wheelin’ As the last one lies a’smoldrin’ in the evening sun, I realize I’m sick and tired of’a havin to run, I’m headed down to Mecca Town to finish off The Destructor This is the last time that he’s messin’ with this pissed off trucker, Well I’ve given my reasons, and I’m armed with my motives, Not to mention a truckload of mother fuckin’ explosives. In this dead end desert heat my plan just might seem grim, I’d trade my life and my rig, to put an end to him, I’ll cleanse myself in fire, an act of Absolution, This ain’t no quick fix baby, it’s a final solution, As I head into the sunset just one deal that I’m sealin’ And it’s, There ain’t no feelin like eighteen wheelin’ Ain’t no feelin’ like eighteen wheelin’ Ain’t no feelin like eighteen wheelin’ Ain’t no feelin’ Eighteen wheelin’

Collected my bus fare From the local wishing well Thievery bought me a ticket To the depths of hottest hell Then I cut an old hag Like a switchblade in the line I don’t have as much patience As she thinks she has time Where I’m a goin’ children I won’t be comin’ back I’ll be dragged underground My limbs lashed to the rack My skin will be singed And I’ll feel that whip’s ‘crack’ ‘Cause my insides are rotten Heart is cancerous and black I wouldn't give up my seat To a cripple with club feet Lame lambs shall enter first When they're cut to fat and meat Pulled the emergency lever Where I wanted to get off I ain’t walkin’ back baby From the next scheduled stop Where I’m a goin’ children I’ll be punished for my sins Stealin’ and a’drinkin’ Cheatin’ and a’gamble-in’ My lips will be sewn-shut Head covered with a sack My credence is malfeasance Heart is cancerous and black My destination Was a ‘house of ill-repute’ Where I pay my welfare money And women play me like a flute I lay and lounge In my birthday suit The only place I can get laid Whilst still wearin’ my boots Where I’m a goin’ children (a tisket a tasket) I’m goin’ in style (hell in a handbasket) Where I’m a goin’ children (I won’t be missed) And I will be pissed (If it doesn’t exist) Call me nihilist or athiest whatever you see fit I'm profane and inhumane But baby I don't give a shit x2

Don’t be afraid of bugs baby they just creep around, Don’t be afraid of graveyards either they’re just hallowed ground, Don’t be afraid of the closet when I turn out the light, Don’t be afraid of the creaking on the stairs at night, You think the dawn’s not coming? Baby, wait and see. Why be afraid of the dark when you should be afraid of me. Don’t be afraid of the noises from your radio, Don’t be afraid of the absence of a TV show, Don’t be afraid of Jabberwocky baby, he ain’t real, Don’t be afraid to tell the truth now that’s just how you feel, You think the dawn’s not coming? Baby, wait and see: Why be afraid of the dark when you should be afraid of me. Don’t be afraid of bats baby, they won’t get in your hair, Don’t be afraid to ride in cars babe, you’re not going anywhere, Don’t be afraid of the rats that live inside of the wall, Don’t be afraid your cat is dead (now he’s just sleeping that’s all), You think the dawn’s not coming? Well just wait and see. Why be afraid of the dark when you should be afraid of me. Don’t be afraid of your dad he’s burried deep in the ground, Don’t be afraid of that mailman who keeps hanging around, Don’t be afraid of the hustlers they’re just punk ass kids, Don’t be afraid of the neighbors that’s just the way that they is, You think the dawn’s not coming? Baby, wait and see. Why be afraid of the dark when you should be afraid of me. Don’t be afraid to scream babe, don’t be a-fraid to shout, Don’t be afraid to eat your food now you just cut that shit out, Don’t be afraid of the bathtub ‘cause you ain’t gonna drown, Don’t be afraid of clowns, well, maybe you should be afraid of clowns, You think the dawn’s not coming? Baby, wait and see, Why be afraid of the dark when you should be afraid of me. You’ll be afraid of me You’ll be afraid of me right now, yeah, you’ll be afraid of me, You’ll be afraid of me You’ll be afraid of me-e-e-e-e, You’ll be afraid of me You’ll be afraid of me-e-e-e-e, You’ll be afraid of Me…