I’ve only walked out on one single movienIt was an action adventurenIt was a blood-sucking summernThe posters in the lobby of the theater called it PredatornI called it weak and unwatchablenCarl Withers and two future governorsnYou know, that’s really unacceptablenWe gotta stop falling for these double speakersnFrom these double featuresnWe gotta keep ‘em in the theatersnnSo put your head up to the speakersnThis is what it’s like to stop talking and finally hear menI’m concernednYou itchin’ to burnnI know you’re dyin’ to know, homienAnd I’m ready to listen and learnnSo put your head up to the headphonesnThis is what it’s like to drown out the psychosnI’m concernednYou itchin’ to burnnI know you’re dyin’ to do it, homienBut you gotta see how it’s donennSo put your gun in the shoeboxnPut the box in the back of your closet and close the doornBetween the kegs and the Maiden CD nI think this party's got about as much heavy metal as it's gonna neednSo put your head up to those speakersnThis is what it's like to stop talking and finally hear menWe ain't got time to bleed nWe hit the highways and skating on thin icenThe safety’s in speednnYou ever feel like you're being tricked nTricked-out, dipped, dicked around with, or flat out lied to?nWelcome to Hollywood, DCnWhere Reagan youth grew up cowboys off Ronnie's westernsnThat shoot ‘em up and steal the bucksnTell ‘em what's live and giddy-up nYeah, off into the sunsetnYears later, we watched the Running Man and two of ‘em ran and won nToo star-struck to stick with the plan, huh?nnI should’ve switched to MarlborosnThem cowboy killersn’Cause cowboys are killing Camel Lights.nSome mustached punk, that evil Jafar,nBut for a middle eastern guy, nI think Aladdin looked kinda whitenWe open wide and catch a bite of villain imagenWe swallow it and feed it to the kids if the song's alright.nIt’s just the way it be, eyes wide nShut up and sit downnPut your hands up for your turn to speaknnSo put your head up to the speakersnThis is what it’s like to stop talking and finally hear menI’m concernednYou itchin’ to burnnI know you’re dyin’ to know, homienAnd I’m ready to listen and learnnSo put your head up to the headphonesnThis is what it’s like to drown out the psychosnI’m concernednYou itchin’ to burnnI know you’re dyin’ to do it, homienBut you gotta see how it’s donennSo put your gun in the shoeboxnPut the box in the back of your closet and close the doornBetween the kegs and the Maiden CD nI think this party's got about as much heavy metal as it's gonna neednSo put your head up to those speakersnThis is what it's like to stop talking and finally hear menWe ain't got time to bleed nWe hit the highways and skating on thin icenThe safety’s in speednnI’ve got my NikonnLet’s get our Knife onnAnd get a couple snapshots of a bad movenI’ve got my NikonnLet’s get our Knife onnAnd get a couple snapshots of a bad movenI’ve got my NikonnLet’s get our Knife onnAnd get a couple snapshots of a bad movenI’ve got my NikonnLet’s get our Knife onnAnd get a couple snapshots of a bad movenI’ve got my NikonnLet’s get our Knife onnAnd get a couple snapshots of a bad movenI’ve got my NikonnLet’s get our Knife onnAnd get a couple snapshots of a bad movennJust the light onn’Cause I forgot the flashnI want these proofs to prove what not to do