In the beginning music was waltz and blues Both played for the glory of god By loser slaves without brains Just wimps without the balls Like a thunder storm in the sky Was the voice deep from below Only the true ones heard his call To create music of his own Like god gave his angels wings Gave Satan us electric guitars He gave us a mission to play music So loud to fill wimpy ears with blood He told us to not to look like f*ggots in their poser clothes But to wrap ourselves in jeans leather steel and to be proud We don't sing for the glory of god We don't play our tunes for Christ Our music comes straight from our black hearts Infernal as his mind 'cause Rock'n'roll is the music of the devil We kick the a** of god and we never wimp out We play on ten - never too loud! Chaos disorder and broken necks it brings Bang your head or die - it is not for wimps No one else seemed to have the guts So we shook his hand and began To play the loudest music ever people just don't understand With his blessing upon us we break The roofs in every town No matter how you scream for mercy We won't turn our volume down In numbers we are few who have really heard his call Like the plague the enemy tries to persuade you all Go and follow them and be some f**ing sheep Then we'll press our pedals and love to see you weep