Kunst

[Intro] "Get your ass back here!" "Get your ass back here!" "I want to come back there, but I'm fucking hanging out with KNMFMDM!" "I can't even fucking say it" "KMFDM are blowing themselves to hell." "KMFDM are blowing themselves to hell." "KMFDM are blowing themselves to hell." "Blowing themselves to hell." "Blowing themselves to hell." "Blowing themselves to hell." "To hell, to hell, to hell" "Blowing themselves to hell." [Verse 1] Juke Joint Jezebel, R.U.O.K? Help us, save us, take us away Money, power, murder, blame Ooh la la, not in my name [Chorus] A drug against war, attak/reload KMFDM: kill mother fucking Depeche Mode Son of a gun, what do you know? KMFDM: kill mother fucking Depeche Mode [Verse 2] Don't you blow your top, every day's a good day Spit sperm, back-back in the USSA Itchy bitchy, from here on out Come on, go off, dirty, kraut [Verse 3] Disobedience, anarchy Bullets, bombs and bigotry Torture, terror, bitches, boots Never say never, thank you, brute [Chorus] Sex on the flag, ready to blow KMFDM: kill mother fucking Depeche Mode More and faster, rebels in kontrol KMFDM: kill mother fucking Depeche Mode [Bridge] German engineering, astounding ingenuity Twenty-nine years of conceptual continuity [Verse 4] Viva le mort, people of the lie No meat, no man, D.I.Y The unrestrained use of excessive force World War III, move on, adios [Chorus] A drug against war, attak/reload KMFDM: kill mother fucking Depeche Mode Son of a gun, what do you know? KMFDM: kill mother fucking Depeche Mode KMFDM: kill mother fucking Depeche Mode KMFDM: kill mother fucking Depeche fucking Mode