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Hey you cunt, that’s with the washing powder?!
Fuck off and turn my metal some louder!

I enter the club and what do I see?
A solitary metal head sitting at the bar.
He orders some beer and screams to me
“Join my lonely metal war!”

I walk towards him and recognize the smell.
I say “Hey fucker!” our fists we clench.
He points towards the place that bitch just fell,
“Too bad she couldn’t bear the metal stench!”

Smoke ‘n’ beer ‘n’ vomit smell,
This is a trendy’s metal hell!
Patches ‘n’ badges ‘n’ pockets torn,
With this jacket I was born!

Metal heads who wear spokes and bullets,
Who wear a denim jacket blue,
They will pulverize the faggots
For they are the motherfucking true!

We have some bears and we have some more,
And then some more and even more!
All of a sudden our stomachs scream,
And vomit stains appear on the blue jeans.

When I’m walking straight through town
All the civilized people frown
I spit in their face and I cry
“With this jacket I will die!”

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