Killing Machine - L.A. Guns

Make your move and make it fast

Do it right, could be your last

Iron black, cold steel heart

To tear your fucking world apart

On my killing machine

My, my killing machine

My, my killing machine

Take you to the brink of madness

It’s a killing machine

Like you’ve never seen

It’s a killing machine

Leaves a wake of hate and sadness

Moves stealth-like through the night

Leaves nothing else in sight

Psycatronic suicide

In search of genocide

Knows nothing else but hate

Is made to decimate

Shall roam the world in anger

Till nothing else is standing

On my killing machine

My, my killing machine

My, my killing machine

Take you to the brink of madness

It’s a killing machine

Like you’ve never seen

It’s a killing machine

Leaves a wake of hate and sadness, yeah

I shall give death my kiss

I rule supreme in anger I dream

Make your move and make it fast

Do it right, could be your last

Iron black, cold steel heart

To tear your fucking world apart

My, my killing machine

My, my killing machine

My, my killing machine

Take you to the brink of madness

It’s a killing machine

Like you’ve never seen

It’s a killing machine

Leaves a wake of hate and sadness