Traveling to Hades
Behind a white Mercedes
Driving straight to hell
But driving so damn well
Sun rises to the east, my friend
Our western minds start to bend
Tonight has been a real feast
An acid test hard to beat
MECA 888
MECA 888
MECA 888
MECA 888
Steering between orange cones
Flashing lights in neon rods
Navigate through space and time
Shelter in alien space pods
Sun shining through the blotter glass
We're tailgating the devil's ass
Don't get too close or you'll burn your eyes
And when we drive we drive real fast
MECA 888
MECA 888
MECA 888
MECA 888
Mirrors are on all sides
Reflecting gods you cannot hide
The mirrored sky reflects our lives
Injects us with a sense of pride
Earth is the needlepoint, my friend
A single line drawn into the sand
They say you only live once
But I assure you this is not the end