Blue Oyster Cult

With satans hog no pig at all, and the weather getting dry
Well head south from altamont in a cold blooded travelled trance
So clear the road my bully boys and let some thunder pass
Were pain, were steel, a plot of knives,
Were transmaniacon mc
Behind the pantry, behind the tree, the ghouls adopt that child
Whose name resounds forever, whose name resounds on terror
And Im no fool to call that hog, cause man I remember
Those who did resign their souls
To transmaniacon mc