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Couldn't make no money as a singer Didn't seem to get too far So I sell pot brownies and Vicodin From the back seat of my car Movin' back to Chicago Gonna rest my achin' head Spotify took my last 2 cents And the butter for my bread Gene Simmons said it Rock and roll is dead Rock and roll is dead I never did it for the money I only did it to get laid But I can't buy shots for the ladies If there's no way to get paid Now I can't make money on my good looks Can't make it on applause So I sell nose beers to the kiddos And thumb my own nose at the laws But I'm never ever gonna stop playing Even though rock and roll ain't paying Cuz heavy metal rules, heavy metal rules SongtexteHeavy metal rules, heavy metal rules Heavy metal rules And everybody else can suck my dick Gonna make my money stealing hub caps And selling black tar on the streets Taking handbags from old ladies While they respond to Trumpy's Tweets Apple came to town a ringing A death knell for the band If I can't make money selling records I'm gonna make it any way I can And I'm gonna keep on rocking your ass As long as I'm on the right side of the grass Cuz heavy metal rules, heavy metal rules (Madonna - she's a dick!) Heavy metal rules, heavy metal rules (That punk shit belongs on Mars!) Heavy metal rules, heavy metal rules (Dokken, Van Halen, they all fucking rule!) Heavy metal rules And everybody else can suck my fucking dick Aus Songtexte Mania