Welcome aboard the crazy trip A circle of fools say hi Watch your step or you might trip We're glad you came on by The guys and I prepared a brew You
Hype and mediocrity Celebrate relentlessness Menace to society This is counterculture from the underground Eternal revolution this is our sound KMFDM
Break my back You won't break me All is black But I still see Shut me down Knock me to the floor Shoot me up Fuck me like a whore Trapped under ice,
DEIN BOOT VERLASST DEN HAFEN UNSERER STADT ALLENE FAHRST DU IN DIE KLARE NACHT NUR NOCH FUNF MINUTEN WUNSCH ICH MIR MEINE WAHRE SEHNSUCHT KOMMT MIT DIR
You are the sweetest disease for me I can't hear you say please to me There's nothing you cannot say to me Come on get down and pray with me Get down
I went through too many people I went through heaven and hell I went from Rome to Baghdad Too many stories to tell What do you mean by that? Mercy is
My motivations unresolved Things are just never what they seem Apathy's currencies deceit Pitch bending radiated dreams The jackal's wishing well forgotten
I am your holy totem I am your sick taboo Radical and radiant I'm your nightmare coming true I am your worst enemy I am your dearest friend Malignantly
What I don't know, I don't like What I don't like, I don't want What I don't want, I waste I hypnotize with alibis And fingers made of lead I sympathize
I keep account of my hits and my misses The bottle makes the final call Fuel me with some of your kisses Turn towards the weeping wall Distilled within
You break my back You won't break me All is black But I still see Shut me down Knock me to the floor Shoot me up Fuck me like a whore Trapped under
[En esch:] Welcome aboard the crazy trip Circle of fools say 'hi' [Sascha:] Watch your step or you might trip We're glad you came on by [Abby:] The
Dein boot verlasst den hafen unserer stadt Alleine fahrst du in die klare nacht Nur noch funf minuten wunsch ich mir Meine wahre sehnsucht kommt mit
a gift of god Exploding in your face This is counter culture from the underground Eternal revolution this is our sound KMFDM better than the best Megalomanical
I went thru too many people I went thru heaven and hell I went from rome to bagdad Too many stories to tell I lived thru too many aeons I've risen up
I keep account of my hits and my misses The bottle makes the final call Fuel me with some of your kisses Turn towards the weeping wall Distilled withing
