Time has come nYou're gonna be a rock'n'roll star nArmed with hate nYour weapon is a loaded guitar nSay that you believe in sex, drugs, and rock'n'roll nIt's commonly known you like it hot nYou like to lose control nnI've come to make you fly nI heard you on the radio nnGod can never promise you cash or expensive cars nOnly with an evil heart you can hope to ever get farnnI've come to take your soulnI heard you on the radio