The Heavy Metal God That Lives on My Block
by Slumlords· from On the stremph
Alright!
Come on down my street
I got someone that I want you want to meet
He's rockin' every day
Cranks up that receiver cause he's got the fever
To rock with clarity
(Chorus)
I'm not a motor - or right wing voter
But I know how to rock!
Cranks up that receiver cause he's go the fever
The heavy metal god that lives on my block
Bottle of whiskey - and Lady Luck -
Banging his head and working on his truck
Singing really badly and having a ball
Blasting new Metallica and killing us all!
Reverberation across the nation
But he just do what he please
Spreading that infection in my direction
The neighbors call the police
I'm not a motor - or right wing voter
But I know how to rock!
Cranks up that receiver cause he's got the fever
The heavy metal god that lies on my block