A challenge to false rock bands everywhere, and a tribute to the price of darkness
Lyrics
Hey man, what are we drinking to?
We're drinkin' to Rock n Roll!
Singin songs, yeah I'll sing a few
Singin' bout stealin' souls
What you got to bring to the table?
Your lady's willing, but you don't seem able
maybe you'd better leave it to the pros
Cause everybody knows
You're Rock n Rollin for the Man
We rock for S-A-T-A-N
From Colorado to Japan
Way down there in sweet home Alabam'
Beelzebub's our biggest fan
Whoa-oh
Now I ain't got no beef with you
But beat it dude, go on home
Cause I ain't one to hold back
My wolf pack rides alone
Don't you know? We are the chosen few
Lucifer's personal wreckin' crew
What you got, man, it ain't gonna fly
And you wanna know why?
You're Rock n Rollin for the man
We rock for S-A-T-A-N
From Colorado to Japan
Smokin out there in Amsterdam
Beelzebub's our biggest fan
Whoa-oh
You're Rock n Rollin for the man
We rock for S-A-T-A-N
From Colorado to Japan
Droppin' them bombs on Afghanistan
Beelzebub's our biggest fan
Whoa-oh