And I can't wait to see you come put yourself out
You pump it up and then you get down
You know all the words by heart
But you don't sing along, no, no
No one can know that it's your favorite song
It fuels the flames, and you're about to scream
But the one they see sure has excellent taste
It's jazz, metal, or fusion; it's so hard to choose
They fuel the flames, and you're about to scream
You eat, breathe, and sleep pop, but cover it up
No one can know, no, about it at all
So go put on your mask and join the mosh pit