On a Sunday night, iron my shirt, my Dream Theatre tie,
I need to be in bed by 10,
On the road a 6, a breakfast mug in my Mercedes fist,
I got to meet some dicks by 9.
The bullet belt is gone, and the jacket's gone,
Still Metal,
Still Metal.
Drive by the skateboard shop,
I tats while they were in cots,
I reach down turn up the volume on my stereo, hear it!
The bullet belt is gone, and the jacket's gone,
Still Metal,
I'm Still Metal,
Mosh pit posers come and go, come and go
Still Metal,
We're Still Metal,
Mosh pit posers come and go,
Yeah, the bullet belt is gone, and the jacket's gone,
Still Metal,
We're Still Metal,
Mosh pit posers come and go, come and go
We're Still Metal,
We're Still Metal,
A churning indie-rock meditation on relationships and personal struggle from the New Jersey band, propelled by powerhouse vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 8, 2020