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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