Thank the Lord, your misery is coming to an end
The waiting is over. Now the walls are shaking!
Yes, here is Kevin, your voice from the gutter
The walking madness, with words like bullets
We get to the point. Say what no one dares to say
Against all the rules. It's time for you to believe that.
We are the thorn in the ass of the nation.
Glorious scoundrels, nothing is spared from us
You don't have many friends with this band,
/>But those you have share your dreams
Those you have share everything with you.
We wear our hearts on our tongues, and here is the evidence
We are fragrant flowers, in fields full of shit
Here are pearls for the swine, fear for our enemies
Comforting words - if necessary, even mean ones
Here is the saving shore, your holy harbor
The straw for the drowning, coke for those who sleep
Gifts for the desperate, elixir of life
Degenerate art, by the fantastic four
With this band You don't have many friends,
But the ones you have share your dreams
The ones you have share everything with you.
You don't have many friends with this band,
But the ones you have share your dreams
The ones you have share everything with you.
You don't have many friends with this band,
But they do The ones you have share your dreams
Those you have share everything with you.
Those you have share everything with you.

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