The Front Lines of Good Times Lyrics

I am an agent of ragin'

An over-life sensation

Undressed for the occasion

And I wear a gauntlet of power

Makes me stronger by the hour

To shake Thee from thy tower

I wear it wrapped around my wrist

Just below the chalice clutched within my fist

This one's for us!

The Front Lines of Good Times

To us!

The sworn enemies of bad times

To us!

We write the rhymes within the lines that blow your tiny little minds

To us!

The Diamonds and the Rust

This one's for us!

I am an instrument of lightning

Flesh demons are arising

And denim starts a tightening

And I am a denizen of Odin

When sacred phrase is spoken

Brains will make explosion

No ascent when Armageddon comes no!

Our kind will stay behind for we're having too much fun!

This one's for us!

The Front Lines of Good Times

To us!

The sworn enemies of bad times

To us!

We write the riffs that move your hips and bring the quiver to your lips

To us!

The lust behind the pelvic thrust

This one's for us!

Brothers and Sisters!

Lend me your ears!

Show to me the sign of the beast

And hoist up your beers

Now raise your fists and bang your heads

Raise your voices loud enough to wake the dead!

For Lemmy and Bowie

For Malcolm and Bon

For Ronnie and Bonham

For George and John

For Oderus, Flattus, for Freddie and Cliff

For Randy and Otis

And Motherfucking Prince, Go!

This one's for us!

The Front Lines of Good Times

To Us!

The Sworn Enemies Of bad Times

To Us!

The chosen few who brew the evil that men do, it's true

To us!

The power that corrupts

With our nuts in your guts

Here's to us!