Fuck off, what do you want? Like a fistfull of metal we hunt

We're the bastards of your dreams - A mean machine, we always come clean



A mean pack of sinners, no saints - Sons of Satan and black is our paint

Warriors of Sodom, metalheads unite - We are the ratpack, won't back for a fight



[Chorus:]

So sound asleep you wish you were not on your own

We're the devil in a black dress, now look at the seeds we've sown



Fuck you and your holy crew, like if we would care or stay

We don't want your bullshit here and we never cared anyway