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Every metal concert he's standing at the stage

No mater 'bout the music, he's always feeling great

He's shouting and jumping, his body's all over sweat

Nearly dying from exhausting, he keeps on banging his head

He never leaves the place before the last riff's died away

He's fighting 'til the end he's the

Absolute banger

No band, no song can be fast enough

It has to be loud and heavy to be the music he loves

His world are the guitars, the screaming and speed

And we are here to give him what he needs

His head is banging to the rhythm of the beat

His neck is aching while he's standing in the heat

His fist is beating at the air 'til the end of the show

And though he's almost deaf he's shouting for more