Early in the eighties The brealdancers very strong But we destroyed their discos The day and all night long Our loudness was incredible Our metal alcoholical
Sticky hands, smelly feet Badly breath, fart of death Please don't mind my running nose I've got everything you need I gotta good feet, this is a good
Drinkin' booze, pub-crawling man Psychotics on narcotics I need 10 bottles a day Lame and useless to the bone, broken dreams, leave me alone But the last day
Long time ago We found this place Thousands of years We crossed the interstellar space World after world Sowing the seeds Another planet For a new genetic