Hey you cunt, what's with the washing powder?!
Fuck off and turn my Metal some louder!
I enter the club and what do I see?
A solitary metalhead sittin' at the bar
He orders some beer and screams to me
"Join my lonely metalwar!"
I walk t'wards him and recognise 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 metalstench!"
Metalheads who wear spikes and bullets,
Who wear a denimjacket blue,
They will pulverize the faggots
For they are the motherfuckin' true!
We have some beers 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
Smoke 'n' beer 'n' vomitsmell
This is a trendy's metalhell
Patches 'n' badges 'n' pockets torn
With this jacket I was born!
When I'm walking straight through town
All the civilised people frown
I spit in their face and I cry:
"With this jacket I will die!"