Dead On Arrival - Venom

Riding through the streets

Never giving a damn

Got a guardian from hell

Big plans

See me burn the road up

I’m a tyrant and mean

I’m really gonna make you scream

Dead on arrival

See me in the alleys

Lurking low with the rats

Got my eye fixed on you

Fat chance

Come on over here

I’ve got something to sell

A one way ticket to hell

Satan gives the thumbs down

Soon I gotta strike

You won’t reach your destination

I’m the reaper’s assassin

Master of hell

I demand your soul to sell