Mötley Crüe, van Halen, Wasp and Judas Priest, Twisted Sister, Iron Maiden’s number of the beast. Guns’n’Roses, Manowar, Warrant, what a thrill, Skid Row, Poison, Whitesnake and now Kill Baby, Kill!
We’re back in town, we are the hairy metal... superstars. Tacky lyrics, epic licks on flying v guitars. We will rock your heart out and we’ll do it fast and loud. We will bust your eardrums when you hear us shout.
We’re the kings of hairy metal, hallowed be our name. We’re rising from the grave to seek our fortune and our fame. We’re the kings of hairy metal, we’re back from underground. We’ll blow away your speakers with our hairy metal sound.
Drumbeats clash like thunder, power riffs all-right. The sound of hairy metal’s gonna make all move all night. Spandex trousers, leather boots and fishnet shirts we wear. It’s all about the music, man, and not about the hair!
We’re the kings of hairy metal, hallowed be our name. We’re rising from the grave to seek our fortune and our fame. We’re the kings of hairy metal, we’re back from underground. We’ll blow away your speakers with our hairy metal sound. Our hairy metal sound! Take it away!
So here we are, we are the hairy metal boys. We don’t have the hair, but who cares, we can make the noise. Our fingers fast like lightning, our screams are sharp like nails, we don’t care about anything except our record sales.
We’re the kings of hairy metal, hallowed be our name. We’re rising from the grave to seek our fortune and our fame. We’re the kings of hairy metal, we’re back from underground. We’ll blow away your speakers with our hairy metal sound.
We’re the kings of hairy metal, hallowed be our name. We’re rising from the grave to seek our fortune and our fame. We’re the kings of hairy metal, we’re back from underground. We’ll blow away your speakers with our hairy metal sound, our hairy metal sound, our hairy metal sound, our hairy metal sound.
De regal una foto d'un dels grans del hairy metal... up the irons!
