Couldnʼt make no money as a singer Didnʼt seem to get too far
So I sell pot brownies and Vicodin From the back seat of my car Movinʼ back to Chicago
Gonna rest my achinʼ head Spotify took my last 2 cents And the butter for my bread
Gene Simmons said it Rock and roll is dead
I never did it for the money I only did it to get laid
But I canʼt buy shots for the ladies If thereʼs no way to get paid
Now I canʼt get make money on my good looks Canʼt make it on applause
So I sell nose beers to the kiddos And thumb my own nose at the laws
But Iʼm never ever gonna stop playing Even though rock and roll ainʼt paying Cuz heavy metal rules
Heavy metal rules Heavy metal rules
And everybody else can s*** my f****** d***
Gonna make my money stealing hub caps
And selling black tar on the streets Taking handbags from old ladies
While they respond to Trumpyʼs Tweets Apple came to town a ringing
A death knell for the band
If I canʼt make money selling records Gonna make it any way I can
And Iʼm gonna keep on rocking your ass
As long as Iʼm on the right side of the grass Cuz Heavy Metal rules
Heavy Metal rules
Heavy Metal rules!
Madonna, she’s a dick!
That punk shit belongs on Mars!
Dokken, Van Halen,
They all fucking Rule!!!!
And everybody else can s*** my f****** d***
