Now they're being led astray again, forgetting the battle we are facing
It's showtime, but you're supporting the foundations we are kicking
"Watch me I can play at 90,000 notes an hour
Know me for my power chords, not supporting of state power
I can play so f****** fast, if you don't move I'll kick your a***
We're so f*****' tight we squeak, in fact my band are quite unique"
"That heavy metal driving sound, that's a real challenge
Three quid to stare at some thick a***, don't complain you're broke
Tough s***, you're not fooling us, the joke's on you
Follow and they'll lead you, right up the garden path"
"You can't handle I'm the best, the tunes, the power, f*** the rest!
The hordes they flock in cool as ice, don't question me, I'm always right
Call that a f****** solo, I'll do better with ten pints in me
Listen to my voice, I'm really f****** angry"
"Seen my bird, my Satan tattoos
I'm here to get f***** right out my nut
I'm jacking up, then falling down, but the lights, the dry ice, the stage act"
Have you ever thought of directing energy towards action?
"Action, I'd sooner f*** my motorbike"
You pile of s**ist, drugged up macho s***; you're a hindrance not a help
So go on bang your head harder, we hope it drops right off
Understand this, you might not agree with what they say, do, or stand for
You may just like the music and if that's all that concerns you fair enough
But don't ride along on the back of change, to play to all us caring, staring people
Forget it, we won't be fooled again
If a tune becomes so f****** important, if all that's talked about is notes,
chords and bands, when a records becomes
rebellion - an alternative to action
An excuse for doing nothing you helps them... to oppress us
It's showtime, but you're supporting the foundations we are kicking
"Watch me I can play at 90,000 notes an hour
Know me for my power chords, not supporting of state power
I can play so f****** fast, if you don't move I'll kick your a***
We're so f*****' tight we squeak, in fact my band are quite unique"
"That heavy metal driving sound, that's a real challenge
Three quid to stare at some thick a***, don't complain you're broke
Tough s***, you're not fooling us, the joke's on you
Follow and they'll lead you, right up the garden path"
"You can't handle I'm the best, the tunes, the power, f*** the rest!
The hordes they flock in cool as ice, don't question me, I'm always right
Call that a f****** solo, I'll do better with ten pints in me
Listen to my voice, I'm really f****** angry"
"Seen my bird, my Satan tattoos
I'm here to get f***** right out my nut
I'm jacking up, then falling down, but the lights, the dry ice, the stage act"
Have you ever thought of directing energy towards action?
"Action, I'd sooner f*** my motorbike"
You pile of s**ist, drugged up macho s***; you're a hindrance not a help
So go on bang your head harder, we hope it drops right off
Understand this, you might not agree with what they say, do, or stand for
You may just like the music and if that's all that concerns you fair enough
But don't ride along on the back of change, to play to all us caring, staring people
Forget it, we won't be fooled again
If a tune becomes so f****** important, if all that's talked about is notes,
chords and bands, when a records becomes
rebellion - an alternative to action
An excuse for doing nothing you helps them... to oppress us