Texty: Death Angel. Fall From Grace. Road Mutants.

They didn't used to be this way in the beginning
Not to put up a front, it's just the way they are
Enter the human race but no one's winning
You do what you can, this is what they believe

Road mutants crushing all, they rise
While others fall, laughing in your faces

They smell like death, so hold your breath
Their skin starts to peel, sucking moisture off the surface
Causing wounds that wait heal, in the night there is no light
The time is right to have fun, perspiration is no question

When you're caught by the sun, you feel their presence miles away
You feel them coming, not too quick to arrive, that's their style
But when they finally hit the stage, there's nothing left to say
The real world goes away, escape for awhile

Road mutants crushing all, they rise
While others fall, laughing in your faces

They smell like death, so hold your breath, it's time to
Get down, you can spot them from a distance 'cause they're not
From your town, the road mutants love to have a good time
When we're gone, you can't erase the scar on your mind

Road mutants crushing all, they rise
While others fall, laughing in your faces