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Hey, what do I see ?

A lame quartet, giving us the finger

You know, they look so dorky

Grab your picks, it’s time motherfucker

We’re gonna rock

And show them what metal says

To all, who pray

For the death of the distortion in the world

Damn it, we’re afraid

They took their flutes to make it nunchuks

We are, getting in the ring

Right-corner, the team Louis XIV

We’re gonna rock

And show you what metal says

To you, who pray

For the death of the distortion in the world

After all these beats,

Their make-up look like Gene Simmons' chicks'

Mitts made of leather

Their looks had from now the eye of the panther

Never they will touch,

Again a guitar without its 4 12

Royal suits and ringlets

Fall down, to let metal play