Transmaniacon MC (Live)

Good evening, everyone, London people
We're Blue Oyster Cult, and we are very glad
To be playing blues Oyster Cult, here we go
One, two, three, four

With Satan's hog no pig at all and the weather's getting dry
We'll head south from Altamont in a cold-blood traveled trance
So clear the road, my bully boys and let some thunder pass
We're pain, we're steel, a plot of knives, we're transmaniacon MC

Behind the pantry, behind the tree, the ghouls adopt that child
Whose name resound forever, whose name resounds in terror
And I'm no fool to call that hog, 'cause, man, I remember
To those who would resign their souls to transmaniacon MC

And surely we did offer up behind that stage at dawn
Beers and barracuda, reds and monocaine, yeah
Pure nectar of antipathy behind that stage at dawn
To those who would resign their souls to Transmaniacon MC

Cry the cable, cry the word, unknown terror's here
And won't you try this tasty snack behind the scene or but the back
Which was the stage at Altamont, my humble boys of listless power
We're pain, we're steel, a plot of knives, we're transmaniacon

Come on give me a willie now