Paroles de 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