Formal Introduction

I sing the metal heavy
And fuck the US Army
And they fuck me
I can't retreat 'til I do 'em complete

You scratch my back, I scratch your jockeys
At least in union there is strength
A right to work, a right to fuck
A right to happiness with luck
A bill of rights, my bill of particulars
I know what I like, my rights, my lucky stars

I like to fuck, that's my position, magician
The way I like to screw, screw loose