BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD!
BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD!
BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD!

Nothing you can brew that can’t be [bad word] Whiplash Absolut and blowing chunks
Acting like a maniac, exploding feeling nears
I’m queasy!

No metal we can make ever has been made
For poseurs there is no hope to be saved
Tricks, sticks, and lipstick fix of Rikki Rocket makes me say
You’re cheesy!

All you need is blood All you need is blood
All – you – need – is – BLOOOOOD! BLOOD!
Blood is all you need

Nothing you can thrash that can’t be thrashed
Nothing you can smash that can’t be smashed
Through the mist and the madness the Metal Militia bangs
They’re sleazy!

All you need is blood (C’MON! LET’S SEE YOU MOOOOVE!)
All you need is blood (METALLIBANGERS, GO-OOOH-WOOOAH!)
All – you – need – is – BLOOOOOD! BLOOD!
Blood is all you need

Blood is all you need Blood is all you need . . . 

WE LOVE YOU! YEE-AAH! YEE-AAH! YEE-AAH!