This is a song for the critics and the haters Of Henry Metal Not everybody's gonna get Henry Metal But if you don't, just step off... When I was 13 and I got my first guitar They said "Kid you s**" When I was 21 and playin' in a bar They said "Kid, you still s**" That's not the right sound I don't hear a hit You're doing everything wrong Man that sounds like s*** You're not supposed to play that way That just isn't done And why do you say all the stupid things you say? Man you're just dumb Why do you waste your time and your life Just pickin' on the guit'? Don't you know no one buys songs anymore? Why don't you just quit? If it's true that Metal is dead I'll bring flowers to the grave To thank those Metal Gods that gave their lives That mine might be saved And in the coldest, blackest night I recommit To carry on the flame May I do everything that I can To live up to my name Don't you know that Metal cannot die? You could not k** Metal if you tried... no Solo I don't care if Heavy Metal is dead and everyone likes pop I don't care if I sell zero downloads, I'm never gonna stop If it's true that Metal is dead I'll bring flowers to the grave To thank those Metal Gods that gave their lives That mine might be saved And in the coldest, blackest night I recommit To carry on the flame May I do everything that I can To live up to my name