The Metalhead Case (Remastered) Lyrics

Let me tell you a little bit about something curious

You might find it obnoxious if the shoe suits you

Whatever, this is our precious scene what else can you expect, so have a sit enjoy it

Starting with the bogus shitters who deform it,

Disguised as metalhead just to fit in the concert

Many of them flatter your band in front of you

But pick on when you turn your back

If you are sincere

And tell them you don't like their band

Then forget that was your friend

Scatterbrains that try to forge their way into a gig

And only show up when their band plays or when is free,

There are some who mosh, stagedive bang their heads,

But at the time to buy your CD, they would do not

The metalhead case is just a quirk or a drab one.

I got my eye on you

The metalhead case I am digging in the dirt

Who's the odd one out

The metalhead case could be involving you

You jerk dissident

This metalhead case is something not to feel proud of

Dumb-ass poser

I am jaded

Pricks like you I piss on you

You're a crock of shit that taints our scene

You shove this charade up your ass!

A bunch of queers strike a pose and pretend to be badass

Antisocial comportment delinquent

Come on assholes I am tired of Satanism you cannot prove that fancy shit you give Praise to!

This is all messed up; it doesn't matter if you have a hell of a band

Contacts are what counts

The band contests are already arranged, and so the money

The pittance a band gets as remuneration, or the lots they pay to play with another band Which is worse… we keep it going

The metalhead case is just a quirk or a drab one.

I got my eye on you

The metalhead case I am digging in the dirt

Who's the odd one out

The metalhead case could be involving you

You jerk dissident

This metalhead case is something not to feel proud of

Dumb-ass poser

I am jaded

Pricks like you I piss on you

You're a crock of shit that taints our scene

You shove this charade up your ass!

You are not a greater headbanger because you're drunken or high

You resemble best a pop music fan

I don't understand why you feel so mighty when wearing a black t-shirt

When you're a bacterium that makes us ashamed

And with the blast of the new wave of thrash, they're turning this into a hybrid of music And fashion

What about the whores who only serve as holes for cocks

Suck my dick!!!

Get the fuck away!

Through imitation your life is nonsense

Expressionless puppet you act just like cancer