Facefull of Metal Lyrics

wish i were born in the fifties
tv dinners and beauty queens
ruled the world

take me back to Michael's house
in the the living on that couch
you shut my mouth

i met my first wife
with a facefull of metal
at some show, long ago

something about the way you speak Spanish
all those syllables and nouns
in an instant a culture can vanish
become as quiet as the clouds

what was it like when you landed?
on our world from yours

prettiest girl at the trailer park
going down like Joan of Arc