Well, it happened up in Detroit We heard the audience screaming When they brought the houselights down Blind anticipation was felt from afar The kids were going crazy When we cranked up our guitars.
Well, everywhere we go now All hell seems to break loose When the boys stay to play There's no room for you here The boys have called it open season
We're right here in your city>br> We know it's our kind of town We hear the audience screaming So turn those houselights down Blind anticipation we fel it from afar When we pick up our guitars