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