Tungsten Axe (Swe) - The Steel Is Sacred

The corner of your mouth is drawn down to your shoulders
While your goate is tickeling your nose
With your hair parted in the middle
It looks like you're playin' the fiddle

Singing to the accompaniment of a typewriter
With your balls in your throat
Shallow poetry about dragons and romance
Set to composition... by the ghost of Mozart

That ain't rock´n´roll
No, it's blasphemy
You rootless bastard

The steel is sacred
Sacred, sacred steel

Lyrics: Andy
Music: Andy & Robbin

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