La Tierra Del Rock
Empuñando una espada, yo naci
por el Jebi Metal yo luche, por ti Jebi Metal.
Un millon de cabezas corte
con el mastil de mi guitarra
y con furia en la noche toque
un millon de solos salvajes.
Me encontre con un pijo... lo mate.
(Lo tenias merecido pijo cabron) [Pijo RUFIAN!]
Con sus tripas la chupa me forre,
y con sus parpados un peta me lie.
Hijo del Trueno, Dios del Metal,
coge tu espada y cabalga hacia la eternidad,
seran tus armas tu malignidad,
priba barata del super y un bocata del fuagras.
En la tierra del rock nadie pide tu papela,
todo tiene solucion y por banderas ondean greñas.
En la tierra del Rock es gratis la mortadela
vino, papas y anisete estan siempre de oferta.
Pero no hay sitio para ti en la tierra del rock! Pijo! Pijo! Uuuu
The Land of Rock
Wielding a sword, I was born
for Heavy Metal I fought, for you Heavy Metal.
A million heads I cut
with the neck of my guitar
during the night I played with fury
a million wild solos.
I met a posh guy... I killed him.
(You deserved it, you posh bastard) [Posh THUG!]
I lined my jacket with his guts,
and rolled a joint with his eyelids.
Son of Thunder, God of Metal,
take your sword and ride towards eternity,
your weapons will be your malignancy,
cheap beer from the supermarket and a foie gras sandwich.
In the land of rock, no one asks for your ID,
everything has a solution and hair waves as flags.
In the land of Rock, bologna is free,
wine, potatoes, and anise are always on offer.
But there's no place for you in the land of rock! Posh! Posh! Uuuu