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 suck
When I was 21 and playin' in a bar
They said
Kid, you still suck
That's not the right sound
I don't hear a hit
You're doing everything wrong
Man that sounds likes
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 kill Metal if you tried
No
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