| Hippies in dreadlocks, gothchicks in black
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| Potheads and junkies, surfers and drags
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| Drama queens, backpackers and college hunks
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| You’re all gonna suffer the terror to come
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| Fear the thrash assault coming your way
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| Prepare to meet my fist, it’s mad as hell today
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| We’ll hang you live on stage, with a rusty string
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| Get ready to fucking mosh, 'cause metal is king
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| A giant fucking frying pan will smash you to the floor
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| Prom queens dipped in gasoline will be burnings to the core
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| Shout it out, Shout it out loud: Metal is here to stay
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| 'Cause Terror’s coming your way
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| Play it loud, play it out loud: We don’t care what you say
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| We’ll give you pleasure and pain
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| A river of blood is running wild, we puke on the rules to obey
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| Adrenaline is pumping in your veins, the crowd is going insane
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| Windmill’s made of razorblades will be cutting your head in half
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| Cannons loaded with blood and guts will be fired by our drumtech Ralph
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| The show will go to history a mark upon the earth
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| The arrival of the devil will show you the urge
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| Hippies in dreadlocks, gothchicks in black
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| Potheads and junkies, surfers and drags
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| Drama queens, backpackers and college hunks
|
| You’re all gonna suffer the terror to come
|
| Fear the thrash assault coming your way
|
| Prepare to meet my fist, it’s mad as hell today
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| We’ll hang you live on stage, with a rusty string
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| Get ready to fucking mosh, cause metal is king |