The Most Diabolical Evil Lurks Within the Walls of this House
Every board, ever nail of this house is permeated with vast darkness:
What terrible blackness, what heart-pumping fearsome beast lays in wait inside that manse?
I said no pickles! No pickles! I'm Don Friggin' Dokken and Don Friggin' Doken Doesn't Eat Pickles!
Worst House Infestation Ever
I think I hear something scurrying about!
Damn it, we've got lead guitarists in walls again!
Well, we're going to have to call in the exterminators back! I thought we got rid of those lead guitarist after we called in those grunge folks, but then the grunge folks disappeared, too! I guess the only exterminators left in town are the dubstep folks!
Grand Bull Moose Winner For Worst Lyric Ever
"We're the dream warriors!
Ain't gonna dream no more!"
So, the one thing that defines you, being a dream warrior, you're not going to do anymore. Good plan. Very, very, very good plan.
Other possible lyrics rejected by band: We're the car drivers, ain't gonna drive no more! We're the pastry chefs, ain't gonna make scones no more!
Probably Not a Good Sign For Continued Band Success