IÂve Had Enough (Into the Fire)
Theme: Fighting adversity, winning at all costs, and, because Gene Simmons is on board, making money at the expense of your humanity.
Key lyric: ÂWishinÂ and hopinÂÂ WonÂt get you nothinÂÂ PrayinÂ and scheminÂÂ No time for dreaminÂÂ IÂve got the powerÂ This is the hour now.Â
Misogyny Quotient: 2 Â It can be assumed that women are not invited intoÂ a manÂs dreams of world conquest, but at the same time, itÂs just as likely that those who are lying and treating him like dirt wear skirts. A mixed bag.
HeavenÂs On Fire
Theme: No anti-religious screed (sorry, PMRC), this is nothing more than a birdÂs eye view of Paul StanleyÂs throbbing, heat-seekingÂ Hebrew National.
Key lyric: ÂBaby donÂt stop, take it to the top, and eat it like a piece of cake.Â
Misogyny Quotient: 8 Â Women are whorish teases whose capacity for evil rivals the devil himself. And when youÂre close to a woman Â which could mean the bedroom or the same block Â no words are to be exchanged, just heavy breathing and lukewarm ejaculate.
Burn Bitch Burn
Theme: Rape. Manly, justified, candlelight and kisses rape.
Key lyric: ÂWell itÂs an act of thrust and any way you slice itÂ No sticks and stones, no kicks and groans can hide it.Â
Misogyny Quotient: 10 Â The babes are so in need of a good fucking that their very identity is irrelevant. Reduced to Âa cut of pink,Â they are, if the songÂs image is to be believed, all waiting, asses in the air, for furry-chested Jews to break down their doors and pound them into oblivion.
Get All You Can Take
Theme: Get yours, no matter the cost. Pussy and money in equal measure. Maybe at the same time. Though a re-read makes me think theyÂre speaking out against country clubs that keep out the Jews.
Key lyric: ÂDonÂt think about the race theyÂre runninÂ, theyÂll never let you inÂ With all the rules, itÂs a race of fools, and you can never win.Â
Misogyny Quotient: 2 Â Without any real allusion to a band memberÂs member, itÂs hard to imagine this is anything other than a pitch to self-righteous teenagers who feel excluded from life. Because virgins need guidance from aging rockers with the clap.
Lonely is the Hunter
Theme: The misunderstood lothario. The vanquished Don Juan. The flaccid seducer. The one woman who didnÂt bend to GeneÂs will and made him fall in love.
Key lyric: ÂAsked her for a refill, she flew off my faceÂ SheÂs a legendary figure, kept me in a cage.Â
Misogyny Quotient: 9 Â ÂWomen love money, like bees the honey.Â Cute, coming from Mr. Simmons, but no less accurate. And donÂt ever, ever pour your heart out to a dame. SheÂll use it against you and grind away your manhood.
Under the Gun
Theme: IÂm so crazy, thereÂs no telling what I might do. Rest assured, though, it involves eating pussy.
Key lyric: ÂWell thereÂs no speed limit where IÂm cominÂ fromÂ LetÂs hit the highway doinÂ 69!Â
Misogyny Quotient: 7 Â Every now and then, men like to get a little wild. They go off half-cocked. Just stand out of their way and let them do their business. And leave the panties at home.
Thrills in the Night
Theme: Sure, women are in the workplace now, but theyÂre still whores. Just wait until they clock out.
Key lyric: ÂIn the evening when she takes to the streetÂ She goes hunting with a body in heat.Â
Misogyny Quotient: 10 Â The lyrics could not be clearer. Wherever women tie up their hair in buns, there are quivering thighs in need of a man. A big man; a Cher-like Jewish man.
Broads put up a respectable front for civilized society, but they need to be fucked back into their proper place.
While the City Sleeps
Theme: Jesus Christ, I work hard all day, so why you all up in my business? Her? What about her? Whore.
Key lyric: ÂFor better or worse, you bought and soldÂ They love you while youÂre hot and leave you when youÂre cold.Â
Misogyny Quotient: 7 Â In a deeper, more personal turn, Gene and Paul lament the lean years when women actually said no because of lackluster album sales. Creatures of the Night just didnÂt spread the pussy like Alive II.
Murder in High Heels
Theme: Never trust a bitch in leather. Ever.
Key lyric: ÂShe ainÂt the girl next door worth waitinÂ forÂ Well youÂre playinÂ with the fire, a pool of sweatÂs lyinÂ on the floor.Â
Misogyny Quotient: 9 Â For every blowjob, thereÂs a risk of homicide. But only afterÂ they takeÂ your money. ThereÂs a consolation at least: sheÂll bare her chest as youÂre being lowered into the cold earth.