Fuel On The Hill - Beatallica

He’s the fuel on the hill

See him coming for the kill!

Day after day, prone on a hill

A man like a nitro junkie is drinking straight from a still

Nobody wants to slow him They can see he needs his fuel

He’s a Beatallibanger

He drinks fuel on the hill Til the sun’s going down

Eyes seeing red And the world spinning ‘round

Hard, loose, and clean, head in cloud

Quenching his thirst with metal screaming perfectly loud

No one else wants to hear it Beatle black or Metalli-white

Fuck ‘em man, white knuckle tight

Woah—the fuel is pumping engines You can tell what he wants to do

Your face on the chrome is burning

He never listens to them He knows they’re the fools

On he burns and they don’t like him

On he burns!!!