Metal Box's Grandma

Granny get the guitar 
Tap us a new sound 
Without knowing what's new 
Never change the tone 
The counter-bassist starts the music 
You already makes the soil 
They sound demonic 
With pain in his eyes, 
Rheumatism in the legs, 
Swelling in the hands, 
And corn on the feet 
The evening promises 
Grandma increases the micro system