Kunst

Get your ass back here
Get your ass back here
I want to come back there
But I'm fucking hanging out with KMFDM
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
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
A drug against war, attack—reload
KMFDM: Kill mother fucking Depeche mode
Son of a gun, what do you know?
KMFDM: Kill mother fucking Depeche mode
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
Disobedience, anarchy
Bullets, bombs and bigotry
Torture, terror, bitches, boots
Never say never, thank you, brute
Sex on the flag, ready to blow
KMFDM: Kill mother fucking Depeche mode
More and faster, rebels in control
KMFDM: Kill mother fucking Depeche mode
German engineering, astounding ingenuity
Twenty—nine years of conceptual continuity
Viva la mort, people of the lie
No meat no man, D.I.Y
The unrestrained use of excessive force
World war III, move on, adios
A drug against war, attack—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