Turn off the sound of silence
Garfunkel just killed Simon
My mouth just keeps on climbin’
Up, up, up, up, up, and I’m in

Ok, our music’s violent
Explodes like dynamite and
Light bulbs but no ideas
Now your gunna see it

We’re the cold hand slidin’ down your own shirt
We’re the last of the Rock ‘N’ Roll Soldiers
We’re the bad man comin’ and it won’t hurt
We’re the mother f***in’ Rock ‘N’ Roll Soldiers

That’s right we’re comin’ in
Don’t lose, we always win
We’ll tell it like it is
EVERYBODY IS OUR B****!!

If you don’t agree with this
Take a second and try our chips
Roasted to infection
Flavorful, not flavorless

by Mariel Lucas