We’re the renegades of funk.
They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells.
This crowd is tight, tight. Gonna party all night, night.
You want it all, but you can’t have it.
In my eyes, indisposed, in disguises no one knows, hides the face, lies the snake, and the sun in my disgrace.
Common ruse, dirty face, pretty noose is pretty hate, and I don’t like what you got me hanging from.
Warning is come upon your heels – feel your dreams slip away.
I don’t know where I’m going, but I sure know where I’ve been.
You see right through me – I got the feeling of love.
The Rage is relentless, in three parts.
Shot out of a canon, hard funked up metal and other party-influenced sounds. And that’s for starters.
A lesser work of one of great hard rock bands still easily makes this here list.
The definition of heavy metal.