„Zespół MetaDeth nie istnieje i nie nagrał piosenki The Four Mechanix”
MetaDeth:

Imagine you were at my station
Better raise your ears
You’re a burner, yeah, a real motor car
Lock up your wife and children now
Made me shiver when I put it in
Now you’ve got some company

Whoever thought you’d be better
On leather steeds they ride
I do it for my life
On trought the dead of night
Made my pistons bulge
Or choose your faith and die
Oh, yeah-yeah!

You have been dying since the day you were born
Tonight all four on the floor
The quartet of deliverance rides
Said you wanna get your order filled
No need no confessions now
Pumping just won’t do, ya know, lucky for you

Horsemen are drawning nearer
At tuning screen than me
They come to take your life
Made my drive shaft crank
With the four horsemen ride
Made my ball bearnings from the heat
Oh, yeah-yeah!

Time has taken its toll on you
The lines that crack your face
Famine your body it has torn through
Withered in every place
Pestilence for what you had to endure
What you have put others through
Death, deliverance, for you for sure
Now there’s nothing you can do

I’m giving you my room and service
And saddle of your steeds
Said you wanna get your order filled
Now the death of doers of wrong
Pumping just won’t do, ya know, lucky for you

Horsemen are drawning nearer
At tuning screen than me
They come to take your life
Made my drive shaft crank
With the four horsemen ride
Made my ball bearnings from the heat
Oh, yeah-yeah!

Yeeeeaaaah!