Well,I'm RICH and YOUR NOT.
Used to play but now just make rot.
All my golden Metal yesterdays,now hammered into St.Anger's steaming stench.
Buy MY CD-You stupid buying wench.
Put the money in my hand.
Make ME RICHER than I am.
Listen to the crap I sell.
You've bought your ticket to music hell.
We could have left well enough alone.
But pick you,we must to your pennies bone.
So turn up the crap for all to hear.
The stupid fool who bought us here.
And drown out the lost lament.
Of OUR MONEY'S gained and all yours spent.
So SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND START TO PUCKER.
BUY MY CD,YOU STUPID MU*&%#F^%$R'S$!!!!
But don't you cry,expecting skill.
Got metal trash making you ill.
'Cause care for you ,make no mistake.
My lawyers still upon your case.
For download our trash and we'll chase you down.
Make'n you for all to see.
Example under foot,whose foot?
IT'S ME!!!!!
So taste my greed as I grow old.
No longer skilled, no longer bold.
And watch my fingers as hair turns grey.
Slowly grasp chords ,NO RIFFS TODAY!
And listen to this to you I tell.
Surely this tripe,I know will sell.
No matter what and where you say.
So SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND START TO PUCKER.
Buy MY CD,YOU STUPID MU*&%#F^&%$R'S!!!!!!.