(lyrics by Harry Conklin)    So you think you got it made  Standing so close to the stage  Hear the sound like a battering ram    But what you don't know  Is Jag Panzer's got control  And the power is all in our hands    Yes, as decibels raise  Your eardrums will split  Like fire from hell and the grave  With vengeance and malice  We'll yell and we'll scream  Our violence evolves from the stage    So I'll give you my body  To do what you want  I'm boiling with passionate flare  You know it's controlled  But not for very long  Take your soul with my deadly stare    Death Row  Your standing in the  Death Row  Ringing inside your head  Death Row  First seven rows  Death Row  Louder till we raise the dead    So keep raising your hands  Oh you're such loving fans  We're headbangers, one and all  I'm aiming to please  Bring you down to your knees  You've suddenly lost all control    Death Row  Your standing in the  Death Row  Ringing inside your head  Death Row  First seven rows  Death Row  Louder till we raise the dead