









Tonight we're gonna rule the world again
Plug it in, steal the girls again
Scissor kicks, bitchin licks and
Leather chaps and finger taps and
Tonight we're gonna let the roof cave in
Raise hell, passing out again
Spandex, whipping necks and
Mic stands, leopard head bands
Plug in tune out lets start the show
Its time to throw down here we go
Don't touch that volume button
We don't care if the SWAT team comes knockin'
Hey ho, welcome to the jungle
Oh no, where is Mr. Bungle?
Holiday in Cambodia
Help me Knights of Cydonia
The bulls are on parade
There's anarchy in the UK
Cities all on flame with rock and roll tonight
Tonight we're getting metal signs and
They'll crowd surf, jump in time again
Guitars, whammy bars and
High fives, stage dives and
Tonight we're gonna melt your face and
There'll be pounding bass again
String bends, leather fringe and
Motorbikes, metal spikes and
Plug in tune out lets start the show
Its time to throw down here we go
Don't touch that volume button
We don't care if the SWAT team comes knockin'
Hey ho, hi my name is Jonas
Oh no, our parents might disown us
Rock you like a hurricane
There's Cherub Rocks in LA Grange
The Mississippi Queen
She just won't talk dirty to me
Story of my life is just rock and roll all nite
We got burn outs and in house we're down to play
And if your down with the sound let me hear you say
We're no sell outs so you can put your cash away
Cuz the basement stays open like early late
We got burn outs and in house we're down to play
And if your down with the sound let me hear you say
We're no sell outs so you can put your cash away
Cuz the basement stays open like early late
Hey ho, hit me with your best shot
On no, sabotage, I can't stop
The devil went down to Georgia
Pride and joy with a barracuda
It's raining blood on me
The cult of personality
The number of the beast is one.
Hey ho, welcome to the jungle
Oh no, where is Mr. Bungle?
Holiday in Cambodia
Help me Knights of Cydonia
The bulls are on parade
There's anarchy in the UK
Cities all on flame with rock and roll tonight
Here she comes, T-minus 3
Watch your back
Walk around the debris
Light the fuse
and if you're ready come on
She's my riot girl
She's my riot girl
Is it something that she might've just missed
Is it something that she can hit with her fists?
Light the fuse
and if you're ready come on
She's my riot girl
She's no steppingstone
She'll cut you to the bone
You're better off alone
When she's on, she's on!
Whoa-oh Whoa-oh
She's no minor threat
She's no minor threat
She's been bruised and bled
Whoa-oh Whoa-oh
She's no minor threat
She's no minor threat
She says love is dead
Whoa-oh Whoa-oh
She's hanging on by a thread
Take your crimes in stride and commit
There she goes smoking TNT
Down the hatch
Call the LAPD
Either way, she wants to riot come on
She's my riot girl
She's my riot girl
Give her something and she'll try to resist
Give her something she'll just swing with her fists
Either way, she wants to riot come on
She's my riot girl
She's my riot girl
She's no steppingstone
She'll cut you to the bone
You're better off alone
When she's on
She's on!
Whoa-oh Whoa-oh
She's no minor threat
She's no minor threat
She's been bruised and bled
Whoa-oh Whoa-oh
She's no minor threat
She's no minor threat
She says love is dead
Whoa-oh Whoa-oh
She's hanging on by a thread
Take your crimes in stride and commit
She's standing on the front line
Says she wants to light the fuse
Says that this is my life
It should be my right to choose
She's standing on the front line
Says she wants to light the fuse
Says that this is my life
It should be my right to choose
She only wants to burn it down
She wants to see them go , she don't need them
Send it right back into the ground
She says it a violent world, a violent world
leave you with all the bodies around
She's my riot girl
she's such a riot
She's no steppingstone
She'll cut you to the bone
You're better off alone
When she's on, she's on!
Whoa-oh Whoa-oh
She's no minor threat
She's no minor threat
She's been bruised and bled
Whoa-oh Whoa-oh
She's no minor threat
She's no minor threat
She says love is dead
Whoa-oh Whoa-oh
She's no minor threat
She's no minor threat
But she's seeing red
She's hanging on by a thread
Take your crimes in stride and commit
She don't wanna rock
She don't wanna rock
We first met at a show started talkin
Aqua net motley crüe and dokken
Hit it off great and she soon moved in
Turn it up give me some poison
She got sick of my spandex pants
Wanted some of that girlie romance
I said i wanted slaughter and you gave me
Stryper i'm the iron sheik, she's rowdy roddy piper
Headbangers ball is on
I wanna bang a gong
She threw away my bong
I said no, no, no
She said i don't wanna rock anymore
And she said i can't bang my head anymore
I can't believe she is scaring me
When she said i just can't rock anymore
With you
Well i got her back swinging home sweet home
Used my hairbrush as a microphone
But i just couldn't stop when she wanted to talk
I'm like l.a guns i was born to rock
Yeah well she started selling all my concert tees
Aerosmith and run d.m.c
Bust it
I like van halen, she likes van hagar
She's a violin, i'm a motherfucking guitar
Headbangers ball is on
I wanna bang a gong
She threw away my bong
I said no, no, no
She said i don't wanna rock anymore
And she said i can't bang my head anymore
I can't believe she is scaring me
When she said i just can't rock anymore
With you
I don't understand it
What went wrong?
I thought all the ballards
Were her favourite songs
I don't understand it
When she said to me "even bon jovi?"
Yeap
She said i don't wanna rock anymore
And she said i can't bang my head anymore
I can't believe she is scaring me
When she said i just can't rock anymore
With you
Watching anvils falling all around
They break our bones when they hit the ground
Their sirens scream without a sound
So we numb ourselves with drink to drown
Got it clocked in, bar coded names
See 0s and 1s, compose again
Now the roofs on fire but it starts to rain
so clench your fists and enjoy the pain
Think back to the ways of yesterday
It was the "I" in team, raised renegade
To the punk rock clubs and razor blades
Where throwaway kids could serenade
We lost control again
We lost control again
We lost control
Gotta find a way to make amends
To fight the end
take back what time has stole
We are the angry, the innocent
We are the hungry, the discontent
We are the marquis, the 1%
We are the bourgeoisie of argument
(Here we go, Here we go One time)
Dropping down the well that time forgot
These scars they show they care a lot
The sky would tremble like a juggernaut
At the things we do and what we saw
But one by one we fall the same
How much to lose, not much to gain
So have you hope on another train
Then pinch yourself and see what remains
Think back to the ways of yesterday
So we never even have to get paid to play
Got a backpack filled with a lot to say
But the words have only thrown away
We lost control again
We lost control again
We lost control
Gotta find a way to make amends
To fight the end
take back what time has stole
We are the angry, the innocent
We are the hungry, the discontent
We are the marquis, the 1%
We are the bourgeoisie of argument
We won't wait
We were the lost, but we've found
We can't wait
Our lungs are calling
We won't wait
We're not the fallen, the underground
You won't recognise us
We are the angry, the innocent
We are the hungry, the discontent
We are the marquis, the 1%
We are the bourgeoisie of argument
We lost control again
We lost control again
We lost control
Gotta [?]
And I'm wrecking em
There's no use settlin'
So when will the waiting end
If we don't pretend like a shotgun awakening
To pull off a pinned down land
Shed your skin cause they is shuddering
So tie off the bleeding end and start again
The streets are barreling
We're freezing to reinvent our miscontent
The sound is deafening
We want control again
We want control again
We want control
Gotta find a way to make amends
To fight the end
Take back what time has stole
We are the angry, the innocent
We are the hungry, the discontent
We are the marquis, the 1%
We are the bourgeoisie of argument
We won't wait no
We were the lost, but we've found
We can't wait no
Our lungs are calling
We won't wait no
We're not the fallen, the underground
You won't recognise us now
We are the angry, the innocent
We are the hungry, the discontent
We are the marquis, the 1%
We are the bourgeoisie of argument
We want control again
We want control again
We want control
The underground, you won't recognise us now
We want control again
We want control again
We want control
The underground, you won't recognise us now