f** off, what do you want? Like a fistfull of metal we hunt We're the ba*tards of your dreams - A mean machine, we always come clean A mean pack of sinners, no saints - Sons of Satan and black is our paint Warriors of Sodom, metalheads unite - We are the ratpack, won't back for a fight [Chorus:] So sound asleep you wish you were not on your own We're the devil in a black dress, now look at the seeds we've sown f** you and your holy crew, like if we would care or stay We don't want your bullsh** here and we never cared anyway