Heavy Metal Rules Steel Panther

Couldn't make no money as a singer
Didn't  seem to get too far
So  I sell pot brownies and Vicodin
From the back seat of my car
Movin' back to Chicago
Gonna  rest my achin' head
Spotify  took my last 2 cents
And the butter for my bread

Gene  Simmons said it
Rock and roll is dead
Rock and roll is dead

I never did it for the money
I  only did it to get laid
But I can't buy shots for the ladies
If there's no way to get paid
Now I can't make money on my good looks
Can't make it on applause
So I sell nose beers to the kiddos
And thumb my own nose at the laws

But I'm never ever gonna stop playing
Even though rock and roll ain't paying

Cuz heavy metal rules, heavy metal rules
Heavy metal rules, heavy metal rules
Heavy metal rules
And everybody else can suck my dick