Ride - Unit F

Drivin' that chop caddy creep show

Hundred and sixty, mean and low

Under the evil moonlight

Drivin' through the hot, desert night

Little demonette sitting next to me

Off to Vegas to get married

Gonna get hitched in the temple of sin

Got us a ghoul for a chaplain

Straight to the top of the bottom in the city of lights

Baby, let’s ride.

Mama, let’s ride

Have an itchy finger that’s got to be pleased

Feeling those satin panties

It’s so hot it can’t be right

Got a lot of cash in the city of lights

Flyin' through the hot, desert night

Like bats of evil under neon light

Corked to the gills with redemption

Our saving grace is we’re ready to win!

Snakes and scorpions watchin' me go

Yucca Mountain’s nuclear glow

Skeleton’s from where?

I don’t know

Faces from the past, maybe they’re ghosts

Gettin' it all in the chapel of love

Elvis visited from above

Blessed us all in the chapel of sin

Now we’re ready to cash it in

Trippin' through the night desert fast and low

Christian Bob on the radio

Screaming at me, telling me where I’m gonna go

I’ll see him in hell.

I already know!