Hey, what do I see ?
A lame quartet, giving us the finger
You know, they look so dorky
Grab your picks, it's time motherf*cker
We're gonna rock
And show them what metal says
To all, who pray
For the death of the distortion in the world
Damn it, we're afraid
They took their flutes to make it nunchuks
We are, getting in the ring
Right-corner, the team Louis XIV
We're gonna rock
And show you what metal says
To you, who pray
For the death of the distortion in the world
After, all these beats,
Their make-up look like Gene Simmons' chicks'
Mitts made of leather
Their looks had from now the eye of the panther
Never they will touch,
Again a guitar without its 4 12
Royal suits and ringlets
Fall down, to let metal play