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…!