Anthem - Rock 'n' Roll Soldiers

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 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

(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