| Hey, dude-it'z true not sad
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| Take a thrash song and make it better
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| Remembah! |
| That metal iz in your heart
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| Then you can start to be a fretter
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| Hey, dude-don't you be afraid
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| You were made to go be a shredder
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| The minute you let us under your skin
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| Then you’ll begin to be a fretter
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| So crank your amp and deal the pain
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| Hey, dude-you're insane!
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| The riverz run red with blood of poseurs
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| And don’t you know that he’z the fool
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| Who playz it cool
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| But needz for hiz beer to be much colder
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| Hey, dude-nevah turn it down!
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| You must pound her, I mean Kip Winger
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| New wave of British heavy metal iz in your heart
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| And you can start with Diamond Headerz
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| So let it out! |
| Let it in!
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| Hey, dude, begin
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| Don’t wait for the Eye of the Beholder
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| You’ll never know when bellz toll for you
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| Hey, dude, you’ll do
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| Just sling that flying-V 'cross your shoulder
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| Hey, dude-it'z true not sad
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| Take a thrash song and make it better
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| Admit it! |
| Beatallica’z under your skin!
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| So now begin to be a shredder |