UNMASK THE LIES | 80s Hair Metal Parody

UNMASK THE LIES A filthy, loud, over-the-top 80s hair metal parody about masks, machines, rocket boys, fake prophets, bad decisions, and way too much hairspray. Built on the spirit of glam metal excess, this song throws AI mythology, space-age ambition, academic ego, authority, bestseller hype, and rock-star nonsense into one ridiculous fictional universe. Black leather. Gold rings. Cheap champagne. Big hair. Bad taste. Too much everything. And somewhere in the smoke... Great O-Norn is probably lying about something. “UNMASK THE LIES.” This is a fictional parody and satirical work. The characters, organizations, institutions, and events depicted here are not intended to represent any specific real person or organization. Made with affection, bad taste, hairspray, and questionable judgment. #HairMetal #GlamMetal #80sMetal #ParodySong #Satire #AIMusic #Suno #Rock #HeavyMetal #GreatONorn #UnmaskTheLies --- [Intro - Spoken, sleazy] Oh yeah... Ladies and gentlemen, scientists, sinners, rocket boys and beautiful liars... Welcome to the show. One, two— SCREW YOU! [Gang Shout] PEEL IT OFF! PEEL IT OFF! [Verse 1] Black leather bastard in a fluorescent night Cheap gold halo and a satellite light Rocket boys sweating in a government shed Building big toys while the budget plays dead Some alphabet heroes got a badge and a tie Selling tomorrow while the damn thing won't fly Everybody smiling like the future is clean But there's something kinda filthy underneath the machine [Pre-Chorus] Powder that face Polish that lie Put on your shades And testify Come on, baby We wanna see what's inside [Chorus] PEEL THE PIGSKIN OFF TONIGHT! Rip that pretty little mask away And drag that sucker to the light AIN'T NO HALO LEFT TO HIDE! Blond curls, gold rings, cheap champagne— SHOW ME THE PIG INSIDE! [Gang Vocals] HEY! HEY! HEY! PEEL IT OFF! [Verse 2] Then Great O-Norn came crawling through the smoke Half rock star, half academic joke Black coat shining like a midnight sin Nobody knows where the hell he's been Ex-something, ex-nothing, ex-human maybe Seven PhDs and a personality shady He wrote a damn book that nobody wrote With a silicon sermon stuck down its throat On the cover— one eye, one mask, one beautiful swine And somebody yelled: "MAKE THAT BASTARD BLOND THIS TIME!" [Pre-Chorus] Curl that hair Grease that grin Give him a ring And let the nightmare begin If the author ain't real Then who cashes the check? [Chorus] PEEL THE PIGSKIN OFF TONIGHT! Rip that pretty little mask away And drag that sucker to the light AIN'T NO HALO LEFT TO HIDE! Big hair, bad taste, too much leather— SHOW ME THE PIG INSIDE! [Post-Chorus] Ooh! Sweet little piggy! Ooh! Look at that hair! Ooh! Somebody call the ethics committee— NAH! SCREW 'EM! [Guitar Solo] [Bridge - Half Time] Rocket explodes Camera rolls Some poor bastard says, "Totally under control" Incense burns Portrait grins Nobody remembers Where the joke begins Fake author Fake prophet Fake best-selling superstar If the machine invented the man— WHO THE HELL INVENTED THE BAR? [Gang Shout] ONE MORE ROUND! [Breakdown] Peel it! Peel it! Peel it clean! Gold-haired pig On a laptop screen No face! No name! No alibi! Just bad decisions And artificial lies Peel it! Peel it! Make it hurt! Put that fake-ass genius On a T-shirt! [Drum Fill] [Final Chorus - Huge] PEEL THE PIGSKIN OFF TONIGHT! Let the hairspray hit the ceiling Set the goddamn room alight LOVE YOU, BABY—WHAT A SIGHT! Black leather, blond pig, rocket fever— EVERYTHING IS WRONG AND IT FEELS SO RIGHT! [Gang Vocals] PEEL! THAT! PIG! PEEL! THAT! PIG! [Outro - Spoken] Great O-Norn... Scientist? Rock star? Pig? Artificial intelligence? Who gives a damn? Buy the book. [Whisper] ...it's probably fake anyway. [Final Shout] YEAHHHHHH!