Marshall stacks pilled high
Look like girls
But they're guys
Lots of hair with tons of gel
They sing just like
Hounds from Hell
Hang 'em high, hang 'em high, hang 'em high,
Watch them die

Flying fingers, lots of notes
Where the Hell did they
Find those clothes?
Arenas full of banging heads
Making noise to wake the dead
Hang 'em high
Hang 'em high
Hang 'em high
Watch them die