Turn off the sound of silence 

Garfunkel just killed Simon 

My mouth just keeps on climbin' 

Up, up, up, up, up, and I'm in 



Ok, our music's violent 

Explodes like dynamite and 

Light bulbs but no ideas 

Now your gunna see it 



We're the cold hand slidin' down your own shirt 

We're the last of the Rock ‘N' Roll Soldiers 

We're the bad man comin' and it won't hurt 

We're the mother fuckin' Rock ‘N' Roll Soldiers 



That's right we're comin' in 

Don't lose, we always win 

We'll tell it like it is 

everybody is our bitch 



If you don't agree with this 

Take a second and try our chips 

Roasted to perfection 

Flavorful, not flavorless 



We're the cold hand slidin' down your own shirt 

We're the last of the Rock ‘N' Roll Soldiers 

We're the bad man comin' and it won't hurt 

We're the mother fuckin' Rock ‘N' Roll Soldiers 



We're the cold hand slidin' down your own shirt 

We're the last of the Rock ‘N' Roll Soldiers 

We're the bad man comin' and it won't hurt 

We're the mother fuckin' Rock ‘N' Roll Soldiers 



We're the cold hand slidin' down your own shirt 

We're the last of the Rock ‘N' Roll Soldiers  

We're the bad man comin' and it won't hurt 

We're the mother fuckin' Rock ‘N' Roll Soldiers 



I'm a mother fuckin' Rock ‘N' Roll Soldier