f**k off, what do you want? Like a fistfull of metal we hunt
We're the bastards of your dreams - A mean machine, we always come
clean
A mean pack of sinners, no saints - Sons of Satan and black is our paint
Warriors of Sodom, metalheads unite - We are the
ratpack, won't back for a fight
[Chorus:]
So sound asleep you wish you were not on your own
We're the devil in a black dress,
now look at the seeds we've sown
f**k you and your holy crew, like if we would care or stay
We don't want your bullshit here and
we never cared anyway
