Text: Lordi. The Arockalypse. Bringing Back The Balls To Rock.

Attention class,
Here we come.
We kick your ass,
that's lesson one.

I know you've been living in heresy,
correction's what you need.

Less isn't more.
Less is less.
The more, the better.
The most, the best.

You gotta turn up the amps past overload,
eardrums will explode.

We are what we want to be,
monsters of rock, we are for real.
Stand up for what you believe,
and shout:

Hail in the name of rock and roll!
Hail in the name of rock and roll!
Hail in the name of rock and roll!
Bringing back the balls,
bringing back the balls to rock!

Breathing fire,
spitting blood.
Biting off the heads of bats and doves.
Dragn boots and guillotines
that's what I want to see.

We're the SMF, with metal hearts.
Got love machines, we're breaking the law.
We've got the looks that kill,
we're the youth gone wild,
we're the creatures of the night.

We are what we want to be,
monsters of rock, we are for real.
Stand up for what you believe,
and shout:

Hail in the name of rock and roll!
Hail in the name of rock and roll!
Hail in the name of rock and roll!
Bringing back the balls,
bringing back the balls to rock!

Big drums, leather and chains.
Loud guitars, grimace and flames.
The two-finger signs, raised fists up high.

Hail in the name of rock and roll!
Hail in the name of rock and roll!
Hail in the name of rock and roll!
Bringing back the balls,
bringing back the balls.

Hail in the name of rock and roll!
Hail in the name of rock and roll!
Hail in the name of rock and roll!
Bringing back the balls,
bringing back the balls to rock!