Quasimodo

He's just a little banger, standing in the crowd
He's falling to ecstasy, when the music's playing loud
He's just about 20, he's behaving like a child
He doesn't feel their eyes, while he's screaming wild

Hey you, don't you know
They're all staring at you
Hey you, don't you know
It's crazy what you're going

Quasimodo's back from middle ages
The bells of Notre Dame is our PA

Every metal concert happening in our town
I see him banging madly, jumping up and down
Everybody notices the matter with him
A tiny young cripple with a frozen stupid grin

Quasimodo's back from middle ages
The bells of Notre Dame is our PA