Let Metal Play
Hey, what do I see?
A lame quartet, giving us the finger
You know, they look so dorky
Grab your picks, it’s time, motherfucker

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