[Kid] Grandfather, tell me a story [Grandfather] Well, then. I was standing on a hill, with a crown of steel Before me, the armies of world Waiting [Army] They can't stop us, let them try For heavy metal we will die [Grandfather] And a talk to myself What a wonderful world Suddenly, a gust of wind came up from the north There appeared a lone tricycler, holding a happy meal Then, from the south came another Bearing the battle dil*o From the east, came a third Holding a baby-doll Finally, from the west a nanorider Wield a great tampax of war. And the four spoke the words of the Nanowarrior's prayer As I stood them, I looked on I heard the armies of the who*es bl**jobbing them, without hands And their voices of ecstasy. Carried long and far throughout the land [Kid] Grandfather [Grandfather] Yes? [Kid] Who were those warriors? [Grandfather] They were the METAL QUEERS.