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Bogisch Bau
03:45
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Waiting in a shitty shack at 7 in the morning
Too cold to work waiting for the sunrise,
for the time to start buddling, we wanna dig.
Where is the pencil (apprentice) who’s meant to bring beer?
Digging, drinking, digging, drinking, jerking off in the lunch-break
They invite me to play cards, warn me, play brutal cement-box skat.
Boss almost goes mad ‘cos he gets bad cards,
wanna put them into the mud. Three men must hold him back.
But noone’s gonna stop us, when we start building basements.
Digging, drinking, digging, drinking, jerking off in the lunch-break
Sexy sweat and sexy dust. I’m sticking with you.
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Dusty
02:29
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I would take you to my place, if...
I fear you take my whole finger, if you have my hand.
Dusty, Dusty.
Preachin’ babies and bastards
Think of what you say.
Get it right to get their cash, not to crash.
Dusty, Dusty.
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Falscher Hals
03:27
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Picture yourself on a warmth of tongue.
A pile of measure in an all-time favourite.
A chair looks good and it fits your ass
The better the longer you got it.
I know one only little and for small.
There’s of aggression with no need between us
And I don’t know where it comes from.
One reason is that
We got two holes in our throats
One right and one wrong.
Which is the right one, which the wrong?
It dependson what you do, what you want, what others do
And what they want.
If you want to eat, the ventral is the wrong one
If you want to talk, only trachea should be in use.
The third way is most difficult.
It’s for understanding.
(This is a hard thing and nothing for a real punk-text.)
We got two holes in our throats
One right and one wrong.
We got two holes in our throats.
It all comes up my wrong throat.
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Land looks bombed, burnt down,
number of dead bodies
is similar to war-times.
Areas the size of states
flattened and sterilized
To make way for asphalt-ruler.
Car is king,
roads, rivers and trails.
It takes all energy.
We build everything for them.
It’s hard to say when you need a van.
There’s a bad thing in driving a car.
When your bell tolls, fight fire with lightning.
In order to kill’ em all, the masters of justice.
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Poitaka Paranoid!
02:18
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Don’t keep away from my steroids.
Here are some hormones, come closer.
I hear you begging: Please play Paranoid.
Don’t be afraid to touch all my parts.
Start with the face and don’t stop at your favourites.
Say yes, say yes, yeah to all your wishes.
I hear you begging: Please play Paranoid.
Lick me from the top, from the top to the bottom.
Don’t stay away from all you like.
I hear you begging: Please play Paranoid.
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I Wanna Fuck Yourself
01:28
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He said they wouldn't fit my ears.
He wouldn't let me try his ear-plugs.
He said: "You know, I'm really tight there."
And what he thought...
He wanted it, too. He wanted it, too.
I wanna fuck yourself.
We had the whole week. Then we died.
When he woke up, I still was playing.
Remembered what had happened to him,
he mumbled:
"I want to, I want to,
I want to fuck yourself."
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Everytime in the swimming-pool watching pussies spreading in the water.
I get hot. I lose my breath, leave a brown trace on the ground.
On my way home at the busstop feel it running down my legs.
People start to vomit. „Go see the doctor.“
Maybe it was you, maybe society. Don’t know no reason, no, no, why I gotta shit.
It’s fun. So I won’t stop, lost my family,
waste my life on an ass-fetish. Oh, yeah, I really know
how to turn it into money, got my own special homepage, been to TV shows,
think it’s nice, think I'm beautifiul, gotta shit-girl, too.
Maybe it was you, maybe society. Don’t know no reason, no, no, why I gotta shit.
I’m a shit-man. I’m a shit-man, shit-man, oh yeah.
Gotta shit-, gotta shit-shit-girl.
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Nitro-Boy
01:56
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He was born with a real explosive head.
A little like Iggy in that good old stooges-song.
Instead of liquor pulsating round his brain
He had to deal with nitro-glycerine.
He had good friends, yeah.
They were like brothers, yeah.
If they had become older,
would have played „cum on the cookie“, too.
Each of them was skilled in one way or another.
Nitro Boy was a good card-player.
They were careful with his nitro-head almost every day
Except one day of bad luck when he fell off the swing.
Fell on his head and exploded.
His mother and friends, the playground
Torn into pieces in a fireball.
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Crusadero rectal
02:46
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When you’re down and you got no friend to reach nowhere,
noone to call, except for priests and numbers for endangered children.
Like a cornered rat. Like a cat in a dead end
you may read in the bible words like:
„Don’t fear anything.
It will get better with your disease.
Love, Believe and you’ll cope with
any prick fucking your way.“
You can find thousands of words like these anywhere.
If they don’t help, try food or petting.
It may end up in anal sex, try „rectal crusader“ at your local store.
My advice for now. I'm sure you will get better.
Don’t fear anything.
It will get better with your disease.
Love, believe and you’ll cope
with any prick rocking on your way.
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Senomar
01:18
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Leather-jacket-skin
As exoskeleton
Extraterrestrial eyes
Behind blackhole glases
From outer space they came.
Back there they’ll go again
One after another.
Take me with you.
Take me to heaven.
Even God doesn’t need more than three chords to rock.
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Kint Berlin, Germany
Kint was a great noise rock trio that released albums and played shows and toured from 2001 to 2010. They even opened for High On Fire at the Knaack. Yeah!
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