This is a song about the German clubs This is a song about the dark This is a song for everyone who stomps The bass is pounding deep and hard This is
Dirty girls make some noise move that ass for dirty boys dirty boys so obscene like to see the girls extreme (x3) now is the time to be there (x2) dirty
Black dogs barking at the door downstairs, Steamy *bowl of* water permeates the air, Fridge magnets, mispronouncing foreign words, Memories that hurt.
All I have in this world Is my balls and my word And I don't break 'em for noone Do you understand? Play with matches You get burned Disarray
I can't remember when I broke mine Another dream for a lost generation Another legion on the sidelines The time has come, surpass the stagnation I
Ancient superstar and hometown boy Everybody's friend, zigzag machinery Risen from the ashes, born from the soil Pure and simple heart, enjoy the scenery
Are you feeling pretty? Universally adored Keep the city busy And demanded you?re a whore Are you feeling awesome? Everybody loves a queen See your state
(about to dance) massive bodes, state of trance (state of trance) the same account for feeling dead (dead) so get in of with faderhead (faderhead) everybody
Trace your body with my eyes and I can?t deny This sensation that I feel boiling up inside As you?re dancing just for me wearing only skin I forget the
Noise insane makes your moves untamed Low subbass rumbling in your brain, yea This is where the last control is lost Degeneration of a scene but you'll
i live in a place where people from iowa mistake each other for stars every now and then the world is strange time to stop and re-valuate broken heart
Sometimes I did But now I don't All lights are out And no one's home Sometimes I wonder What's become? Some days are white Some days are gone
You say you heard that I am always full of tension You say you heard that I'm a dick You say somebody said I'm hardly worth a mention You say you heard
All your talk of a kingdom above Choices full of greed Painting images of brotherly love Can you help me fuck young boys for free? Nothing left that
Daily grind and lack of octane How long will this last? Back's all loaded, gears are jammed again This life is gone too fast There's nothing at the
Life moves pretty fast You could miss it Waiting for a sense of peace Waiting for a quiet little place for me Waiting for a minute in my soul
Hello Mr. Fetus, one arm, one leg, one eye One parent wants you, one parent in denial Just one careless saturday night In a rusty car behind the multiplex
