(God damn, I want to rock!). (Are you ready to rock, Ben?). (Yeah!). (ha ha ha). . (Hey! Hey!. Hey, quit fucking around!. I want to rock, okay?). . (1, 2).
Saw a silhouette across a fluorescent. Floating overhead, undoing his helmet. Through the murky beams and blue-green sea life. I saw him spinnin' towards the moonlight.
Good morning, mr. ben. it's about 6:30, winston-salem, north carolina. just laying here in the bed, half awake, half asleep, thinking about you. I was, uh, wondering if you were looking after yo.
6:49 A.M. Friday, November 20. . Good morning, Mr. Ben, it's about 6:30. Winston-Salem, North Carolina. Just laying here in the bed, half awake, half asleep.
Satan is my Master. He has always been. He tells me what to do. He buys my metallica records for me. And sometimes I think. . Satan is my Master.
Oh goddamn, I saw a goddamn. Fuckin' goddamn, goddamn, woah. Oh goddamn, shitchya it's cool. . Play it on the radio. Come here one time, wassup y'all.
Note: is an instrumental with speaking at the beginning. not sure who says what.. . -- God damn, I wanna rock.. . -- ready to rock, man?. . -- (laughing) yeah!.