The man of rock was sullen in heart, As that which he held dear to his heart, Rock was fading from the hollow halls That he had let loud music vibarte the Walls apart.
The pub he had called home, helped The needy, who had to have rock and Metal in there heart, was closing the Doors never to open, never music To entertain the masses, as he left with A empty heart.
But metal had to live on, so a band He made the blazing monkeys, Founded for those that needed Rock & metal in their heart.
So on they went to find their weapons Of rock and metal, a drum kit to make the ears Bleed, to explode a lesser heart. And guitars To cut through the air, to mend those hearts Deprived of rock and metal, so onwards to Rehydrate there minds of what music sounded Like before pop and rave, that tarnished the art.