Fans are screamin Rattleheads bleedin Guitar sound Trashin out Amp waves Hit your brains 1: Makin some riff stuff For some only rock off Nations last defects Says their own rejects 2: The militia is going to the gig Bus crushing already by the rig Warm up already hit the stage Feeling in blood that cold rage 3: Fans are screaming more and more Feel the power and fans roar Now it’s time to make the best Encore and something for the rest
4: After the destruction gig Everybody's thrashed and weak And those who were to kill We don’t have a deal