When They Gather

When They Gather

When the male bitches gather they become the muthafuckahs

Haters of success they seek the destruction of Anselmo

Never been drunk or high and that’s their unspoken fuckin’ lie

Their corrosive fingers jerking their mouths that fly

Never forgiven is Anselmo’s success with Pantera

They can’t get their dull minds around that Down was up in that era

Sure Anselmo is an ornery critter but that’s fuckin’ heavy metal for ya

We’re not angels of music and mosh toughness of mind is the demandah

Where’s their street-cred down the rough trail of heavy metal?

Issues that count and life’s travails that scratch like metal nails

It’s the leaders in heavy metal that push the limits and offend

Since when are we politically correct in this Obama era of male bitches?

Fuck yeah I hate, scream and play until my fingers bleed

Head bangers of the world don’t need a gentle stream for the music is God

We feel it through our souls and it’s what’s meant by life

Anselmo apologized but that’s just made them more little male whores