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How much sand in your boots?
How much dry bread in teeths?
Everyday is longest day
or maybe the day you will never forget
God didnt save you from the luck of a rich marriage
Nor your dictator saved you from the big glorious war
But maybe you were saved just
because youve never never believed
No saint has guided your wrinkle hand
But one hundred whores has driven your shining cars
I will sing my worst southamerican song at your funeral
I will song my worst southamerican song at your funeral..
my old man
Twenty years in the tropics
One hundred years of regrets
Life is to long to repent
and too short to deify the bitterness
Your ironed shirt, your brushed hair,
your perfect dye go beyond
Every political convinction and against every classfight
I loved your style and your hatred
for your hatred for mediocrity
God will not give you a honoured place
but he will envy your shined shoes
I will sing my worst southamerican song at your funeral
I will song my worst southamerican song at your funeral..
my old man
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- Black Hearts in Black Suits
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- Vladimir Central
- Armageddon Gigolo
- Rotten Roma Casino
- Rockit, Volume 55: Dicembre 2013
- Nihilist Cocktails for Calypso Inferno
- Song for the Will
- Nihilist EP
- Lichttaufe: Der Folklore Liedschatz: Wave Gothic Treffen...
- In the Night Time, Volume 1
- Honi soit qui mal y pense
- Satyriasis: Somewhere Between Equilibrium and Nihilism
- Projekt Presents: A Dark Cabaret 2
- A Dark Cabaret 2
- Amphi Festival 2012
- No Kisses on the Mouth
- Armageddon Gigolo (Deluxe Edition)
- Twin Horses