Heavy Metal Rules

Couldn't make no money as a singer
 Didn't seem to get too far
 So I sell pot brownies and Vicodin
 From the back seat of my car
 Movin' back to Chicago
 Gonna rest my achin' head
 Spotify took my last 2 cents
 And the butter for my bread
 Gene Simmons said it
 Rock and roll is dead
 Rock and roll is dead
 
 I never did it for the money
 I only did it to get laid
 But I can't buy shots for the ladies
 If there's no way to get paid
 Now I can't make money on my good looks
 Can't make it on applause
 So I sell nose beers to the kiddos
 And thumb my own nose at the laws
 But I'm never gonna stop playing
 Even though rock and roll ain't paying
 'Cause heavy metal rules, heavy metal rules
 Heavy metal rules, heavy metal rules
 Heavy metal rules
 And everybody else can suck my dick
 Gonna make my money stealing hub caps
 And selling black tar on the streets
 Taking handbags from old ladies
 While they respond to Trumpy's Tweets
 Apple came to town a ringing
 A death knell for the band
 If I can't make money selling records
 I'm gonna make it any way I can
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 And I'm gonna keep on rocking your ass
 As long as I'm on the right side of the grass
 'Cause heavy metal rules, heavy metal rules (Madonna, she's a dick!)
 Heavy metal rules, heavy metal rules (That punk shit belongs on Mars!)
 Heavy metal rules, heavy metal rules (Dokken, Van Halen, they all fucking rule!)
 Heavy metal rules
 And everybody else can suck my fucking dick