And they can, they can tell us we're crazy
And we can say, "Well you haven't seen anything yet"

I consider them all expendable
This cult of superstars, yeah, they come and they go
The skull of the horse, a virgin with wings
The faithful always cheer as you spit on the king, yeah

Rama-lama, rama-lama-loo
Rama-lama, rama-lama-loo

My name is Sleazy Rider, man
High above the Earth in a garbage can
My name is Sleazy Rider, man
An outer space motherfuckin' boogeyman

And I keep on rollin'
Rollin' all night long
(Everybody) and I keep on rollin'
(Yeah) rollin' all night long
Here we go again

I consider them all irrational
Suckin' off a God who wants it all
A bloated body, an aged witch
Strippin' for the camera like a son of a bitch, yeah

Rama-lama, rama-lama-loo
Rama-lama, rama-lama-loo

My name is Sleazy Rider, man
High above the Earth in a garbage can
My name is Sleazy Rider, man
An outer space motherfuckin' boogeyman

They're orderin' their sausages and sausages
It's almost like they're sausages, that's right
We don't want you to skip no meals out here, alright?
Don't bust no water pump, alright?
Okay, that's right

Come on, my name is Sleazy Rider, man
High above the Earth in a garbage can
My name is Sleazy Rider, man
An outer space motherfuckin' boogeyman

Because there are things that are more beautiful

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Writer(s): Christopher Harris, John Lowery, Robert Bartleh Cummings