A man with no friends, only live for revenge
Live his life off the henge, cut, through a thousand pens
Blade swing with the force of a cyclone
Cut grissle and bone, missile and chrome
Stand in my path, you're a dead man
I cut the whole world in half for the Number One headband
Rest of a lonely soul, on a lonely road
Live his life off the henge, cut, through a thousand pens
Blade swing with the force of a cyclone
Cut grissle and bone, missile and chrome
Stand in my path, you're a dead man
I cut the whole world in half for the Number One headband
Rest of a lonely soul, on a lonely road