The Metal Head Case 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

Chorus

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 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 is 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

Chorus

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
The metalhead case 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