Tuff - American Hairband lyrics

Yeah, well I've been up and been down, town to town with several bands, Then tortured for ten long years by critics, agents and the A&R man, and some bandwagon fans. It's time to stand up, fight back, be proud and once again be free, So if you want a piece of me, come and get it! Kurt Cobain is gone but I'm back Wearing leather pants and a backwards hat Guitars slung low Where the down boys go The night trains back so on with the show I'm Metal Health And dressed to thrill I'm an SMF with the looks that k** I rocked and rolled, n' long hair is back And I grew up, singing Strutter, And Back, in Black I'm going back to eighty-nine I went Platinum zero times You're in the jungle sweet child o'mine I want another piece of that cherry pie Chorus #1: (Oooooohhhhhh) They call 'em hairbands Leather jacket in black Throw your hands in the air Yeah we're bringing it back N' Say (Shout, Shout) At the Devil again And Say (Shout, Shout) At the Devil my friend So Say (Shout, Shout) never letting it end and say (Shout, Shout, Shout, Shout) yeah(Bad Medicine) I like Old Van Halen and Hanoi Rocks Black n' Blue and Britny Fox Guns n' Roses, Motley Crue When Def Leppard rocked and Skid Row ruled Yeah, Ratt went round n' round Rocking out in Boston, get loud in Chi-town Vandenberg, Priest, Dok-ken, Kix Throwing Faster p**ycat in the mix (P-P-P-P-P-p**ycat) Give me L.A. Guns & The Dangerous Toys Quiet Riot, Bang Tango & Bullet Boys Love Johnny Crash grunge bands are trash I like C.C. DeVille, Mick Mars, and Slash Chorus: #2 Breakdown: Yeah, I saw your grunge band, staring at your shoes on stage, wearing that dirty flannel shirt, when you gonna learn dirtball, you just can't f**k with Twisted Sister. "What are you going to do with your life"? I'm an American hairband Watch me rock You can raise your hands Or you can s** my c**k Heavy Metal God I'm a Pin-up boy I'm the singer from Tuff not Pretty Boy Floyd Super loud and Super wild Sebastian Bach is youth gone wild Diamond Dave and Nikki Sixx I wanna see Tommy Lee back spinning those sticks Up all night, gonna sleep all day I love girls; girls, girls and I love L.A. I won't waste my breath, but here's a clue Give Pearl Jam & Eddie a big f**k you Who cares about Weezer and the Screeming Trees When we got White Lion And of course the Sleeze Beez If you wanna rock n' roll then read my lips Let's shout it out loud For a band named KISS Chorus: (Oooooohhhhhh) They call 'em hairbands Wearing leather and black So throw your hands in the air Now we're bringing it back N' Say (Shout, Shout) At the Devil again And Say (Shout, Shout) At the Devil my friend So Say (Shout, Shout) never letting it end and say (Shout, Shout, Shout, Shout) yeah, I'm a hairband wanted dead or alive Singing (Shout, Shout, Shout, Shout) I wanna rock n' roll in the still of the night Say (Shout, Shout, Shout, Shout) Gonna take you down to the Paradise city And (Shout, Shout, Shout, Shout) Everybody let's sing talk dirty to me