In an abandoned ware house with no lights just shadows and soon no habits. The purpose of the event was to pass the torch. From one generation of heavy metal to the next. And their lie...in his black leather hunting outfit with shotgun guitar with spikes coming out of it, Ozzie Fudd the Habit Slayer!

In the dead of night
A shimmerin' light
Geam of a blade
And the devil was paid
When the axe comes down
A chilling sound
Steel against the head
Another habit's dead
I'm a habit slayer
A guitar player
With a nasty habit

Kick the Habit!!!
AhhhaahooOhhh

I'm a coffee drinker
A careful thinker
On my web page
I'm a linker
A scurrying shadow
And the shadow was this habit
And the night air echoes

Kick the Habit!!!

Kick the Habit!!!

Kick the Habit!!!

Kick the Habit!!!

Kick the Habit!!!

Kick the Habit!!!

Kick the Habit!!!
Ohhhh...and there won't be any more habits around
no more coffee habit
no more pop tart habit
and no more m&m habit
ah ha ha ha ha ha ha
be very very careful, ohhhh