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