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Motor Psycho
Iron Butt McGraw vs. the Hell's Cabana Boys
by Rabid Garfunkel

Now friends let me tell you 'bout a man I know
He's built like a redwood and his hair is all snow
He's pale as death 'cause he's an albino
They call him Iron Butt McGraw

He drives a custom cab windows black as night
Tearing down the highway it's a helluva sight
Drives twenty three hours and still up for a fight
Good ol' Iron Butt McGraw

He's a one man convoy

He only stops long enough to load or unload
And making sure his cargo is always safely stowed
All he cares about is being back on the road
There's no longer haul trucker than McGraw

Iron Butt McGraw, he's known from here to Witchita
That's Kansas, and that's pretty far away
Iron Butt McGraw, he's the baddest mothertrucker you ever saw
At least that's what, that's what they all say

He met a motor psycho gang around a while back
Well you know they got along like two cats in a sack
They were the Hell's Cabana Boys under a Union Jack
If you mock his Stars and Bars he's gonna attack

They threw him the bird with two fingers in the air
Riding on their Triumphs just devil may care
Foreign metal on his roads better learn to share
Angry Iron Butt McGraw

He's the road warrior

He went on chasing them though he knew he'd cut it fine
He had a full load but his rep was on the line
One by one the pack peeled off at every rest stop sign
'Til there was no one but McGraw

Iron Butt McGraw, he's known from here to Omaha
Nebraska, and that's pretty far away
Iron Butt McGraw, he's the roughest toughest trucker you ever saw
At least that's what, that's what they all say

Motor Psycho by Josh Woodward

The rumble rolling off of the highway
The kids are huddled in their sheets
Grannies hit the floor and start praying
You better get your ass off the streets

Cuz it's motorcycle murder psycho
His name just says it all
Cuz if he sees you while he's riding his bike-o
You are gonna get your body mauled

Motorcycle murder psycho
Motorcycle murder psycho
His killing spree has only just begun
Motorcycle murder psycho
Motorcycle murder psycho
If you see him riding round you better run

Marshall was just minding his business
Just driving in his souped up truck
When he heard the roar of steel exaust pipes
And he knew that he was out of luck

The punishment was swift and impressive
As he pulled along side his door
And the psycho got a little aggressive
And poor Marshall was no more

Tom was trying to run to his K-Car
But he parked a dozen blocks away
And he wouldn't leave behind his guitar
So he became the murder psycho's prey

He didn't put up much of a fight
He just let the psycho win
And underneath the Crawford streetlights,
Limb by limb dismembered him

Motor Psycho / by R. Mosquito.
180bpm; Bm.

at a light / in my car
up the windows / lock the doors
chance a glance / to the side
they're looking back with toothy grins of spite
but i'm not gonna break here!
choke back the crazed fear!
my mind is wise and wizened --
i've felt this feeling before.
are they still staring?
their horns are blaring!
i'm gonna go go go go, etc.

if i could only relax
i could keep this from happening again
if i could only relax

change of light / hit the gas
break away / on the on ramp
but now there's more / they're all around
i see 'em staring and pointing
and always laughing me down
hit the breaks / spin the wheel
hear the glass / feel the steel
impact time gives way to crushing death
it won't affect me but it'll take all of them! say:

you're gonna know when i go
when i go motor psycho!
when i go when i go
when i go motor psycho!

crawl away / from the wreck
a grave of cromium and warm leatherette
steering wheels / bucket seats
this is the destiny i'm destined to repeat
the folding forms of vehicles is my strange attraction
can't get enough hot car-on-car action
can't control these things i do
when it happens again, you better hope i'm not near you!

when i go when i go
when i go motor psycho!
when i go when i go
when i go motor psycho!
go!

Motor Psycho, by Loyalty Day

Motor psycho is a bad man
He drives around, hitting pedestrians
Had a hand in every bank robbery
Drives the criminals to some secret safety
Motor Psycho is a bad man
And I'm gonna take him down

Was a cold day in December
On a sunny Sunday afternoon
Walking, holding hands, we were so content
That we didn't hear, your engine rev
Motor Psyhco your so bad, man
And you ran my true love down

You better check your mirror
It's gonna happen fast
You won't hear the crash
And no one will save you

Wouldn't call it justice
An eye for an eye, I got my revenge
Now the streets are safer, but I'm still alone
I can't bring you back, you're not coming home
Motor Psycho's in the ground now
But I can't live my life without you