Death metal guys

As I’ve said before, I’m a fan of the Reverend Horton Heat. Dude has caused some of the gnarliest moshpits I’ve ever been in. But since he’s of the greased hair and hollowbody guitar persuasion, I never thought he’d intersect with metal. Last year, however, he wrote this little ditty about “Death Metal Guys.”

Death Metal Guys

Below are the lyrics. I have a small bone to pick with them. In Texas, the taquerias — the authentic ones — serve sesos, i.e., brains. The good Reverend is a Texas boy and a known Mexican food aficionado. His main joke is that death metallers eat brains — but I bet he’s had a taco de sesos (o de cabeza, o labio, o cachete, u ojo…).

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Rockabilly guys may be insane
But rockabilly guys, they don’t eat brains
Those death metal guys, they like to wear black
They like to draw pentagrams on their back
They like headbangin’, those death metal guys

Rockabilly guys like hot rod cars
They like hot women and their neighborhood bar
Death metal guys will grow long hair
Work real hard to have an evil stare
They’re kind of medieval, those death metal guys

Jerry Lee Lewis shot his bass player down
Down to the ground with a .38 round
But death metal guys would have eaten his brains
And people call Jerry Lee Lewis insane

Rockabilly guys like rockabilly chicks
Death metal guys think they’re all country hicks
But death metal guys still live with their mom
On the Internet learning how to embalm
So they go kill a dog, those death metal guys

It’s really kind of hard to live in harmony
Hot rod cars and blasphemy
Hair in your face or hair way up high
I’m a rockabilly cat, not a death metal guy

I’m a rocka, I’m a rocka, I’m a rockabilly guy
I’m a rocka, I’m a rocka, I’m a rockabilly guy
Yeah! Whoo!
I’m a rocka, I’m a rocka, I’m a rockabilly guy
And I don’t eat brains, like death metal guys