Throwback

They say my hair's too long
They say my jeans are too tight
They claim I play too loud - too loud!
And lead the Pentagram crowd - livin' in a ram!

I'm a throwback, baby
Born too late
Well, I'm a throwback, baby
But I wasn't taught to hate

Got my axe slung high
My Doom notes don't lie
They watch my heroes die
Public eye don't cry

I'm a throwback, baby
Born too late
Well, I'm a throwback, baby
But I wasn't taught to hate

People try to put me down
But they just don't understand
I'm a heavy rockin' man
Heavy rockin', heavy rockin' man, yeah!

I'm a throwback, baby
Born too late
Well, I'm a throwback, baby
But I wasn't taught to hate

I'm a godless son
I'm the nameless one
Heavy rockin' raw
I'll split you like a saw - Buzzsaw!