Thirty years ago today, someone in Des Moines, Iowa threw a live bat onto the stage, and in what would become rock legend, Ozzy Osbourne bit off its head. I'm sure most of us would have reacted differently, but that was just Ozzy being Ozzy.
How can you not pay homage to that?
Today I give you the Price of Darkness along with the late guitarist Randy Rhoads doing what else..."Crazy Train."
I've heard that bats taste like chicken. IEEEE.
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