Steven Wagler - 666 (Belongs to Heavy Metal) Lyrics

She found a corset in some dying outlet mall
She bummed a record from her older brother's beat friend Paul
She dyed her hair black, she dyed her whole world black
Took up smoking, and sulking, and scoffing
And chanting all matter of fact

666, Mark your body for the devil
I'm so sick sick sick of you casual frauds
666 Belongs to heavy metal, not you Alt Rock jocks, you ruined it, you're doin it wrong

He found an old kit in his burned-out uncle's loft, he studied Carcass, and Slayer, and Vader, learned every song
He dyed his hair black, he dyed his whole world black
Ditched his old scene for piercings, and half-sleeves
And chanting all matter of fact

666, Mark your body for the devil
I'm so sick sick sick of you casual frauds
666 Belongs to heavy metal, not you Pop-Punk goths, you ruined it, you're doin it wrong

Crucifixes, all dipped in red, hang upside-down on their bedroom walls
Superstitious, and Southern Baptist
Mom and dad pace the adjacent hall, waiting for an open door to say

It's 616, read a book, get on our level
We're so sick, sick, sick, of your shopping mall frauds
666 Is scary-movie evil and they sold you all
And you bought it, you bought it, you bought it all

666, Mark your body for the devil
We're so sick, sick, sick of you calling out fraud
666 Belongs to heavy metal and us one and all, the Dark Lord will have us all