The original singer has retired to his farm   The drummer drove drunk, now he only has one arm   But they're still making records   They still sell out shows   And when they come to your town   You really oughta go      The service charge will kill you and a t-shirt's fifty bucks   But there's something 'bout a crowd going absolutely nuts   You will shout your throat raw   Become someone else   Let me be more precise   You'll meet your true self      You will shout your throat raw   You will raise your right hand   You will make the devil horns   You will finally understand      That we all have inner demons, they're impossible to kill   And keeping them from winning takes magic, love and skill   When anything can happen   And nothing awful does   Be thankful for the blessing   And grateful for the buzz      You won't remember this tomorrow, won't know how close we came   You will talk about the lasers, but you'll come back again   You will shout your throat raw   You will raise your right hand   You will make the devil horns   You will finally understand      You will shout your throat raw   You will raise your right hand   You will make the devil horns   You will finally understand