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Turn off the sound of silence
Garfunkel just killed Simon
My mouth just keeps on climbin'
Up, up, up, up, up, and I'm in
Ok, our music's violent
Explodes like dynamite and
Light bulbs but no ideas
Now your gunna see it
We're the cold hand slidin' down your own shirt
We're the last of the Rock 'N' Roll Soldiers
We're the bad man comin' and it won't hurt
We're the mother fuckin' Rock 'N' Roll Soldiers
That's right we're comin' in
Don't lose, we always win
We'll tell it like it is
EVERYBODY IS OUR BITCH!!
If you don't agree with this
Take a second and try our chips
Roasted to perfection
Flavorful, not flavorless
We're the cold hand slidin' down your own shirt
We're the mother fuckin' Rock 'N' Roll Soldiers
We're the bad man comin' and it won't hurt
We're the mother fuckin' Rock 'N' Roll Soldiers
(Various screams)
We're the cold hand slidin' down your own shirt
We're the mother fuckin' Rock 'N' Roll Soldiers
We're the bad man comin' and it won't hurt
We're the mother fuckin' Rock 'N' Roll Soldiers
We're the cold hand slidin' down your own shirt
We're the mother fuckin' Rock 'N' Roll Soldiers
We're the bad man comin' and it won't hurt
We're the mother fuckin' Rock 'N' Roll Soldiers
I'm a mother fuckin' Rock 'N' Roll Soldier