[Lyrics: Turner] [Music: Pepa] In mortal flesh attired, walking on man-made streets Human tongue and human conduct, human manners and human ways Yet the warm white breast holds deep in the chest a ravenous heart A big bad wolf clad in sheepskin, lurking, craving to reap [Lead; s**dog] The wolf clad in sheepskin, lurking And the hand held out is craving to reap Harvesting souls, the flea within Agents of hell, agents of hell Turning the righteous on Burning the righteous down Agent 666 In mortal flesh attired, walking on man-made streets Human clad in clay has a rockmachine Agent of hell on infernal mission He won?t never ever land [Lead; s**dog]