(Music: Herald; Lyrics: Mart Kalvet)

I’m the perfect rocker, the headbanger elite.
Hey, you up on the stage, can you sweep me off my feet?
Play some righteous metal, make my eardrums bleed.
Give me all you got ‘coz that’s exactly what I need.

From nine to five I’m slavin’, working for the Man.
Come Friday night I’m out of here, let ‘em catch me if they can.
Feeling like a beast that’s been let out of its cage
I’m sweating like an animal in front on the stage.

Come thunder, come lightning, come rain and snow and hail,
come heavy metal weather, come raining studs and nails.
Come Friday night I’m always there to roar and scream and shout,
to drink my beer and bang my head until the lights go out.

The gang is all together, they’re moshing here with me.
Our favourite band is on tonight and we won’t let them leave.
None of us is sober – we’re high on Rock and Roll /
wild and wicked metalheads out of control!

Heavy Metal wakes the beast
Heavy Metal wakes the beast
Heavy Metal wakes the beast
Heavy Metal wakes the beast in me

(Music: Herald; Lyrics: Mart Kalvet) I'm the perfect rocker, the headbanger elite. Hey, you up on the stage, can you sweep me off my feet? Play some righteous metal, make my eardrums bleed. Give me all you got 'coz that's exactly what I need. From nine to five I'm slavin', working for the Man. Come Friday night I'm out of ...