| Rising up with a steely genome
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| We hit the ground like a comet of chrome
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| Dressed in black — leather, spikes and chains
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| As rhythm through our veins
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| We’re the guardians
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| Of nonconformity
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| The dreaded bogeymen
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| When we show up the brainwashed flee
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| Don’t bullshit us anymore!
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| Stop the muzak! |
| Just pull back those bad tracks!
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| Don’t bullshit us anymore!
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| If you refuse to progress
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| We’ll lecture you in loudness
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| We want Metal on the radio
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| Don’t bullshit us! |
| Don’t bullshit us anymore!
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| Stations lost when we storm their rooms
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| Presenters hide 'cause their dodges are doomed
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| The volume’s now under our control
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| See banging heads from pole to pole
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| We’re the guardians
|
| Of nonconformity
|
| The dreaded bogeymen
|
| When we show up the brainwashed flee
|
| Don’t bullshit us anymore!
|
| Stop the muzak! |
| Just pull back those bad tracks!
|
| Don’t bullshit us anymore!
|
| If you refuse to progress
|
| We’ll lecture you in loudness
|
| We want Metal on the radio
|
| Don’t bullshit us! |
| Don’t bullshit us anymore!
|
| We’ll wipe out crappy pop
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| No more pollution audio
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| Our wall of sound will rock
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| All loyal bangers show for show
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| We’re the guardians
|
| Of nonconformity
|
| The dreaded bogeymen
|
| When we show up the brainwashed flee
|
| Don’t bullshit us anymore!
|
| Stop the muzak! |
| Just pull back those bad tracks!
|
| Don’t bullshit us anymore!
|
| If you refuse to progress
|
| We’ll lecture you in loudness
|
| We want Metal on the radio
|
| Don’t bullshit us! |
| Don’t bullshit us anymore! |