Lyrics
In the dark, we brood, with our leather and spikes,
Pretendin' we're fierce, but we're scared of our bikes.
Growlin' like demons, but we sing lullabies,
In the mirror, we flex, while our mascara dries.
We’re the kings of metal, or so we believe,
Screamin' 'bout dragons, though we still wear short sleeves.
With our devilish riffs and our hair so teased,
We’re the dark lords of rock, living life uneased.
Got our amps up to eleven, neighbors call the cops,
But we turn it down quick when mom says it’s gotta stop.
Talkin' 'bout rebellion, but we follow all the rules,
Rockin' out on stage, but we teach Sunday school.
We’re the kings of metal, or so we believe,
Screamin' 'bout dragons, though we still wear short sleeves.
With our devilish riffs and our hair so teased,
We’re the dark lords of rock, living life uneased.
Yeah, our solos are epic, like a hurricane,
But we practice in basements, to avoid the rain.
Headbangin' so hard, might lose a tooth,
Our lyrics are grim, but we just want the truth.
Chains and tattoos, with our studs and our boots,
Singin' 'bout the apocalypse, while we eat our fruits.
Our posters are scary, but we’re gentle at heart,
We might look like monsters, but we’re soft as art.
We’re the kings of metal, or so we believe,
Screamin' 'bout dragons, though we still wear short sleeves.
With our devilish riffs and our hair so teased,
We’re the dark lords of rock, living life uneased.
So here's to the metalheads, with our blackened dreams,
We roar like lions, but we’re more like sheep in streams.
Keep rockin' that darkness, keep shreddin' those strings,
We’re the jesters of metal, in this circus of kings.
