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I was killed on a Birdflesh concert

My back was cut off in the pit

SO my parents put me in a grave

But I wanted to mosh

I am metal to the bone

And bones are all that is left

But a true metal freak never dies

Manowar and I war friends

He is the brutal corpse

Of jeans and leather and gore

He will never rest in peace

And he will never listen to sleaze

I'm drinking beer from the Hell

When I'm sitting in my tombstone by night

I'm listening to metal and punk

Falling down in my grave when I'm drunk

He is the brutal corpse

Of jeans and leather and gore

He will mosh on your floor

And then he will mosh on your door

"I would like to start a band

But no one around here is interested

The all just want to lie in their graves

And they hate me cause I"m playing my tapes"

Yes, I'm indeed the brutal corpse

And the big bad bench is my friend

We mosh together all night

And if a pop-corpse come we will fight