People look at me funny when I walk down the street
They cross to the other side and look at their feet,
So what if I wear black, concert tees and too much eyeliner
I’m sure they think their lifestyle is much finer,
But to me nothing could be as good
As music that makes me feel understood,
Our community has a universal sign
Our symbol: devil horns held high,
So, before you decide to judge my looks
Those gutter vocals and demonic hooks,
You should now there is nothing more loyal or true
Than heavy metal lovers and their motley crew.
