Dead City If there's something you will make You'll have to take Your machine out of the dust To satisfie your lust We fuck the greenies law Mad Bingo cracks will bleed They'll end on circular saw In Dead City we will meet Alcoholic forces power Will take us higher You'll kill flower power That is our desire Silly poppers running wild Keep on smiling like a child When we scratch their face Oh, what kind of grace Prudish girls in disco-fashion Enjoy peace, don't like any aggression But we all know, they're so mad Velbert is absolutely dead
Living high, living free, my life is like a war I fill my brain with captagon It takes me to the stars The sound of my generation breaks my neck Feel it with me, one, two, three times everytime Our Metal as it should be Count your bones See your neck go round Kick your damaged head To the wall of sound Parties concerts, pubs and girls What more do you want My breath goes hard, my livers broken down But everyday is a new day Drink, drink, smoke your grass Life's too short, so live it We don't wanna hear, what you hear Our life is ours not yours
