Teeth grind, the oil shines the trembling frame of my concubine
You feel the heat from underneath the belly of my bride
The rubber grips and leather hips, the dulcinea of apocalypse
The black plume of perfume ushers in the eclipse
And I will dream in steel
Of it's taste and of it's feel
Because all I want to do is machine screw
The greasy sheen of gasoline, she clears her throat like a guillotine
Narcotic, autoerotic, intoxicating and mean
And I will dream in steel
Of it's taste and of it's feel
Because all I want to do is machine screw