South of Market in the land of ruin

You get all manner of action

Tinsel tigers in The Metal Room

Stalking satisfaction.

They got 'em packaged up for love and money

Tattooed tots and chrome spike bunnies

Check my conscience at the DMZ

And roll on in, gonna roll in it, honey

But I get a feelin like when big things collide

Like the crack before the thunder, like I really ought to hide

And here comes Metal Angel, she looks ready to ride;