Someday we’ll all be dead
Rotten brain in a mummified head
Worm food in a can in a cold, dark crypt
As you molder and reflect
On a life too circumspect
By a corporate hand enslaved and whipped
It’ll be too late to live
And you owe the world to give
All the vim and vigor you can manifest
Will you live, or die alive
Fly high, or take a nosedive
You must by metal be possessed
Gotta metal, gotta metal
Gotta put the metal to the pedal
Make a metal fist, raise it high
Gotta metal, gotta metal
Metal blacker than the pot or the kettle
Metal hard and fast until you die
Look around at the world you’ve made
Keep a tally of the prices paid
You’re a steel-winged eagle, fast and free
Metal hard, that’s metal, verb
Fly your flag, go forth, perturb
In short, metal is the way to be
Be free, not robotic
Anything worth doing’s quixotic
Quit being a corpse, get out there and metal
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Axe Maniac Lyrics – Gotta Metal