Be who you are You will go far You'll be the star Of their Monster movie Be who you are You will go far You'll be the star Of their Monster movie You could be the T-Rex from Jurassic Park You could be Godzilla, Kong, or Bruce the Shark You could be the Wolf Man baying at the moon You could be the Creature from the Black Lagoon Are you the doctor, his creation, or the mob torch-in-hand? Or are you sitting idly by watching hatred scorch the land? If you stand up for yourself, who is the real monster? Just wear the insult like a badge of honor You could be Boris, Bela, or Jr. Chaney You could be Cushing, Price, or Christopher Lee You could be the Phantom of the Opera You could be Frankenstein or Dracula Are you the Count, Van Helsing, or Jonathan Harker? Or sitting by, crying wolf like a carnival barker? If you stand up for yourself, who is the real monster? Just wear the insult like a badge of honor You could be a Stephen King Cujo or Carrie You could be one of the "Losers' Club" from Derry You could be Michael Myers, Jason, or Freddy You could be the final girl in this monster movie

Time's tickin, let's go ride with the wicked Coming down steep hills, got some time to kill 447, it's been built by the devil If you loosen up tight, it's one hell of a thrill Wolfnight in the eyes, bare from the streetlight Killing time flies in the crack of a sunlight Thunder roar, from the shores to the doors You keep on knockin but there's no remorse We're out there riding on a mission gone wrong A psychic state with the aura of King-Kong Into trouble in a jellyfish bubble Keep on coming with the wolfnight song Wild trippin so alive and ripping Take a very last dance, now we're fucking up the romance South of heaven in this 447 If you're hanging on tight we're dropping the bill Wolfnight, there is time for a street fight Switchblade knives, they go out in the moonlight We keep on coming, coming all night long Keep on coming with the wolfnight song We're out there riding on a mission gone wrong A psychic state with the aura of King-Kong Into trouble in a jellyfish bubble Keep on coming with the wolfnight song We're out there riding on a mission gone wrong A psychic state with the aura of King-Kong Into trouble in a jellyfish bubble Keep on coming with the wolfnight song We're out there riding on a mission gone wrong A psychic state with the aura of King-Kong Into trouble in a jellyfish bubble Keep on coming with the wolfnight song We're out there riding on a mission gone wrong A psychic state with the aura of King-Kong Into trouble in a jellyfish bubble Keep on coming with the wolfnight song Motherfucker...

Crushing & thrashing, all around bashing Setting time-bombs on the ground Pounding, grounding - war heads sounding The mighty Juggernaut arriving to town Foul sights dreaming, horrified screaming Bombastic sounds to this venomous bloodhound Light's out - bring 'em your dead The mighty Juggernaut arriving to town Through the fire and the flames Living death through history Riding high where the fire still burns An army made of steel Running through the maze December now, it's colder days Living high where the sunset turns Where the Juggernaut earns Plain sheer terror, computerized, no error Shooting missiles with an infinite range Ghost invader, looks like from the 80-ties Fucked up creature with a violent way Crushing & thrashing, all around bashing Setting time-bombs on the ground Pounding, grounding - war heads sounding The mighty Juggernaut arriving to town Foul sights dreaming, horrified screaming Bombastic sounds to this venomous bloodhound Light's out - bring 'em your dead The mighty Juggernaut arriving to town Through the fire and the flames Living death through history Riding high where the fire still burns An army made of steel Running through the maze December now, it's colder days Living high where the sunset turns Where the Juggernaut earns Through the fire and the flames Living death through history Riding high where the fire still burns An army made of steel Running through the maze December now, it's colder days Living high where the sunset turns Where the Juggernaut earns Through the fire and the flames Living death through history Riding high where the fire still burns An army made of steel Running through the maze December now, it's colder days Living high where the sunset turns Where the Juggernaut earns Through the fire and the flames Living death through history Riding high where the fire still burns An army made of steel Running through the maze December now, it's colder days Living high where the sunset turns Where the Juggernaut earns Plain sheer terror, computerized, no error Shooting missiles with an infinite range Ghost invader, looks like from the 80-ties Fucked up creature with a violent way

Put on your boots sex and shout To hell with all the dreams that i've been taught to build it around I'm like a sleepwalker talkin' A real badass doin' time and all the walkin' Go again now there's another round I've been jabbin i've been stabbin' just to take that man down I'm like a sleepwalker talkin' A real badass doin' time and all the walkin' Grind your teeth into the ground Can you see it comin' spinning up and goin' around? It's like a raised fist comin' Goin' down and into all that's runnin' You'd better run hide from the crew We're like that six six six never give you a clue We're like a raised fist comin' Goin' down and into all that's runnin' We're like this we're like this with this metal We're like the crew that runs the rock'n'roll devil We'll never give it never give it a go Unless you do the sign and come to our show Another round

Pedal to the metal, lead on my feet Engine roaring, turn up the heat A road race to hell, on crash course with sin A package of spells, bet and you'll win A date with the devil, close to the heat People are dancing and Jesus the meat A date with the devil, close to the heat People are laughing and drums play the beat L am the bastard son, evil inborn Satan in tip-top from head to toe Just look at me, sense my blitz Down riding Route 666 L am the bastard son, evil inborn Satan in tip-top from head to toe Just look at me, sense my blitz Down riding Route 666 Semi-automatic, a delicate show Gotta keep running, a few miles to go Hook up a motel, I need some sleep Before joining in as his black fucking sheep A date with the devil, close to the heat People are dancing and Jesus the meat A date with the devil, close to the heat People are laughing and drums play the beat L am the bastard son, evil inborn Satan in tip-top from head to toe Just look at me, sense my blitz Down riding Route 666 L am the bastard son, evil inborn Satan in tip-top from head to toe Just look at me, sense my blitz Down riding Route 666 L am the bastard son, evil inborn Satan in tip-top from head to toe Just look at me, sense my blitz Down riding Route 666 L am the bastard son, evil inborn Satan in tip-top from head to toe Just look at me, sense my blitz Down riding Route 666 ...

While you're sleepin' i watch you grow I'd love to keep you but i know i have to let you go When you're cryin' i dry your eyes I love your laughter the smile in your face when dawn arise When i close my eyes and rest my face When time has come to go and leave this place I'll be standing proud in front of who you are I love you all my little stars When you're smiling i feel hope I hope you feel it too and know i love you so Meeting up again is wonderful you know

I'd better step into my boots - keep shocking, a box of red wine keeps my head up rocking A big pack of kicks and I'll go again You'd better start to wake up baby, a few more miles and then we'll maybe... See the shores that we call our home again (Pre-chorus:) Do you dare to call the sins of a tifetime? S.O.S - you've got to gamble to win (Chorus:) It's a time warp, feel it on the sidewalk, it's a sin, it's a second of skin It's a time warp, feel it on the sidewalk, s.o.s - you've got to gamble to win I'd better run away from home - keep rocking, like the soldier on his own So fucking arrogant to ask for death again It's like running with a gun, sleep safely, going out there on my own, honestly... Does any of this make fucking sense?