You Love Heavy Metal.. Don't You?

“You love heavy metal, don’t you? Don’t you? Don’t you? And you need heavy metal, don’t you? Don’t you? Yesss! You love heavy metal, don’t you? Don’t you? Don’t you? And you need heavy metal, don’t you? Don’t you?” I once lived next door to somebody They’d blast music all day & night long And I’d pound on their walls and say “hey man, turn up that song!” I’d never see exactly who lived there But the stench of gasoline was strong And at night I’d see 2 glowing eyes gleam through the fog Then one stormy night a figure, dressed all in spikes and leather Came to my door n’ said “Hi, I’m your neighbour! And judging by that stupid grin you have on your face You love heavy metal, don’t you? Don’t you? Don’t you? And you need heavy metal, don’t you? Don’t you? Good. You love heavy metal, don’t you? Don’t you? Don’t you? And you need heavy metal, don’t you? Don’t you? Oohh, just checking!” And with that he invited me over For a bourbon, a steak and a smoke His walls were covered with posters of pentagrams and goats He showed me his B.C. Rich Warlock And his JCM 800 stack At his feet was a scatter of pedals, (Boss, DOD, RAT…) His playing wasn’t special His singing? Not much potential But oh jesus fuck, was it metal \m/ Through the feedback he screamed “Dude I can see it in your eyes!”