They tell us to play short songs and get nice looking hair
But we spit on their graves – our band’s still there
Stripes on a false tiger might wash away
But a band of brothers is here to stay
Occult Magic Might shine, we stand unabowed
We’re still playing Heavy Metal – loud and proud
They say they invoke demons – their spells are lullabies
True warriors bow to none – ignore their cries
Born! Born! Born to play on Ten
A false prophet leads you and he will blind your eyes
But he’ll betray you and you’ll have to play the price
We crawled on our knees through sweat and through piss
Spent hours on roads – were never paid for this
We don’t care, laugh at us – it’s better than being ignored
Anyway, used to it – that’s what fools are for
“Change the singer!” they say, “maybe that will do!”
“Whatever” we thought, we won’t listen to you
Slaves of the mainstream – hear the Heavy Sound
Perish before us – Masters of the Underground
Puppets on strings, controlled by masked men
Trying to cash in on the last of every fan
Changing your form to fit into the scene
Like a filthy whore – lewd and obscene
As long as there’s a stage we can stomp on and rage
As long as we still carry six-strings and slay
You won’t get us down – we won’t kiss the ground
We’ll still play the Heavy Metal Sound
