Time has come 

You're gonna be a rock'n'roll star 

Armed with hate 

Your weapon is a loaded guitar 

Say that you believe in sex, drugs, and rock'n'roll 

It's commonly known you like it hot 

You like to lose control 



I've come to make you fly 

I heard you on the radio 



God can never promise you cash or expensive cars 

Only with an evil heart you can hope to ever get far