Everybody's Got A Ticket To Ride Except For Me And My Lightning (Beatallica)

C'mon, it's such a joy, c'mon you metal boy C'mon let's take it easy C'mon let's make it sleazy Everybody's got a ticket to ride Except for me and my lightning Your insides ooze out, the electrodes are in The electrodes are in so your eyeballs pop out Someone controlling me Can't be happening to me Sweat-chilling cold, I watch death unfold How true is this? Get it over with I think I'm gonna be dead, I think it's today Electric wires pinned to my head, I'm frying away I've got a ticket to ride the lightning Death is in the air, it's bringing me down Strapped in the electric chair, death is all around Before I get to riding so high Someone help me, oh please God help me Flashing before my eyes Someone help me, oh please God help me Wakened by horrid scream burning in my brain Freed from this frightening dream I can feel the flame