Pour Some Sugar on Me,

Drive In Saturday.

It's a mantle we don't deserve. That's not what we're about. We do big pop songs with bombast -- and it's the bombast and the production thing that allude to being metal more than it really is.

We sit on the fence between hard rock and pop,

ya better come inside
when you're ready to
but no chance if ya don't wanna dance
you like four letter words when you're ready to
but then you won't 'cos you know that you can

Sugar gave rise to the slave trade; now sugar has enslaved us.