Headbanger

Last night I went to a party
 It was a heavy metal party
 Everybody had poofy hairdos
 Sporting big white Adidas sneakers
 But everybody was having a good time
 Everybody was gettin' wasted
 And then this guy came in the room
 Looking like the ghost of Cliff Burton
 He was a headbanger
 He whipped his head around so fast
 He gave himself a concussion
 Dude, you better slow down
 Before you break your neck
 You know that shit can't be good for your brain
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 Holy shit, man, I can't take it
 Just the sight of it was making me dizzy
 Someone asked if I was in the Kiss Army
 And I said, "What the fuck are you talking about?"
 Everybody was having a good time
 They were riding the Banzai pipeline
 And then this guy took off his denim jacket
 And his shirt said "Bark At the Moon"
 He was a headbanger
 He whipped his head around so fast
 He gave himself a concussion
 Dude, you better slow down
 You're giving me a fuckin' headache
 You know that shit can't be good for your brain
 (Headbanger)
 Yeah, you know that shit can't be good for your brain
 (Headbanger)
 Yeah, you know that shit can't be good for your brain
 (Headbanger)
 Yeah, you know that shit can't be good for your brain
 (Headbanger)
 Yeah, you know that shit can't be good for your brain