[Intro] (growled, building) “I have the shiniest meat bicycle…” (inner voice, quieter) “…Close enough.” [Verse 1] Blood on the boots, fire in the brain Krieg talks to the voices again Axes for hands, smile full of teeth “I’m ready for a spine-tingler!” he screams Riding the slaughter down every street “She can taste the bloody hatred!” Who needs a car when the meat is free? “Krieg is a meat bicycle built for two… and both of them are ME!” [Chorus] Meat bicycle! Meat bicycle! Shiniest one on the whole damn planet! “I have the shiniest meat bicycle!” Pedal through the corpses, scream into the night Krieg is the psycho that makes it all right! Meat bicycle! Meat bicycle! Two seats of fury and pure delight! [Verse 2] (Inner self whispering,) “Calm down, friend…” (Outer Krieg laughing,) “The fun never ends!” Buzz axes spinning, buzz axes bite “I’m gonna put my pain into your soul!” tonight “Strip the flesh! Salt the wounds!” Look at the shine! Look at the gleam! “I’ve powdered my cockatiel for the ribcage slaughter!” Krieg’s meat bicycle is the ultimate dream! [Bridge] (switching voices – calm then insane) (Calm) “Tell her she’s as gorgeous as a thousand sunsets…” (Insane) “NIPPLE SALAD! NIPPLE SALADS!” (Calm) “Whatever you do, do NOT scream the word poop—” (Insane) “I’M THE CONDUCTOR OF THE POOP TRAIN!” (Calm) “…Close enough.” Bones for the frame, guts for the chain “Why aren’t my fingers in someone’s eye sockets right now?!” Krieg rides forever through the pouring rain! [Final Chorus] Meat bicycle! Meat bicycle! Shiniest, bloodiest, loudest machine! “I have the shiniest meat bicycle!” Pedal through the fire, laugh through the pain “I can’t stop the killing… AND I DON’T WANT TO!” Krieg is the psycho who’ll never be sane! Meat bicycle! Meat bicycle! Built for two… and both of them are ME! [Outro] (fading into laughter and buzz saw whirring) “Thank you for riding the Psycho Express! Toot toot! All aboard! I’ll be collecting your tickets… We have beverages in the dining car!” “…Close enough.”
