Hey, dude, it's true, not sad
Take a thrash song and make it better
Remember! That metal is in your heart
Then you can start to be a fretter
Hey, dude, don't be fuckin' 'fraid
You were made to go be a shreader
The minute you let us under your skin
Then you'll begin to be a fretter
So crank your amp and deal the pain
Hey, dude, you're fuckin' insane!
The rivers run red with blood of poseurs
And don't you know that he's the fool
Who plays it cool
But needs for his beer to be much colder
Hey, dude-nevah turn it down!
You must pound her, I mean Kip Winger
New wave of British heavy metal is in your heart
And you can start with Diamond Headers
So let it out! Let it in!
Hey, dude, begin
Don't wait for the Eye of the Beholder
You'll never know when bells toll for you
Hey, dude, you'll do
Just sling that flying V 'cross your shoulder
Hey, dude, it's true, not sad
Take a thrash song and make it better
Admit it! Beatallica's under your skin!
So now begin to be a shreader
