gash on his sword Don't forget you are metal, not some ass-kissing whore Take some under your wings, but she must kiss the ring! Winds of metal,
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thick again They say the competition is stiff But I get a hard dick from this shit, now stick it in I ain’t never giving in again Cuss into the wind,
away Hyperventilate All disintegrating Bodies turn to dust Sudden rush of blood Snap me out of moods Swinging in the wind Round to hurricane breeze Past
don't stop I've got to go, but I'd love to stay A tock tick and you don't quit, hit it Yo, off the dummy's instrumental, I spit heavy metal Never
ya door like Casper (WOO) I'm smokin out the jar (jar) scopin out the bar Distracted see shorty breast pokin out the bra (uh-huh) Not the type to go spark metal
hear the battle cry. all are gathered here, victory is near, The Sound will fill the hall, bringing Power to us all, we alone are fighting for metal
heavens are moving Soon they will align Thor, god of thunder Let me die with a sword in my hand Raise your hands, swords in the wind Brothers of metal
Days pass as seconds turn the key The strength of the moment lies with you Don the cap and close your eyes Imagine all the glorious challenge Iron metal
They say the competition is stiff, but I get a hard dick from this shit, now I stick it in I ain't never giving in again, caution to the wind, complete
world in a love embrace Fire all of your guns at once And explode into space I like smoke and lightning Heavy metal thunder Racing with the wind And
world in a love embrace Fire all of your guns at once And explode into space I like smoke and lightnin' Heavy metal thunder Racing in the wind And the
sure what that means And when she walks All the wind blows and the Angels sing But she doesn't notice me 'Cause she's watchin' wrestling Creamin' over tough guys Listenin' to rap metal
another name Meanwhile Back on that burning shore Johnny's comrades stood speechless They looked with uh uh uh uh disbelievin' eyes As those bits of metal
a lame vein And mold it for metal Raw load is a grand Budweiser eppen me Ex-ect us for favors Why one does a hang child Piston story yeah And sorta sorry Wind
have been, cities I have seen, with concrete caverns rising from the ground. Miles and miles of asphalt trail, stretch across a land, stampeding metal
