I was born of fire and gasoline A fuel-injected fireball A chrome-domed man-eating War machine With a heart as black as coal Black-clad, red eyed and raven-clawed Two fisted terror ten feet tall Read my unholy signs Branded with three inverted nines I am the reason god stopped watching A winter season without end Pure evil, baby (I am your bane) Look upon my face You've never seen the likes of me (A deadly fever) Seven silver serpents circling My hand-made crown of thorns Jack boots, high heels And nine inch nails Hammered through my open palms Card carrying criminal cliché Red riding hood raped royally I feed on innocence The big bad wolf, He ain't got shit on me I am the reason god stopped watching A winter season without end A virus - A fever - Hell's fire - Guitar! Seven serpent circling My crown of thorns I was born of gasoline a fireball No pain, no gain No guilt, no shame No weakness... hesitation No fear, no brakes No saints, no shakes Only retaliation Seven serpents circling I was born of gasoline