Every metal concert he's standing at the stage No mater 'bout the music, he's always feeling great He's shouting and jumping, his body's all over sweat Nearly dying from exhausting, he keeps on banging his head
He never leaves the place before the last riff's died away He's fighting 'til the end he's the Absolute banger
No band, no song can be fast enough It has to be loud and heavy to be the music he loves His world are the guitars, the screaming and speed And we are here to give him what he needs
His head is banging to the rhythm of the beat His neck is aching while he's standing in the heat His fist is beating at the air 'til the end of the show And though he's almost deaf he's shouting for moreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
