Kunst lyrics

[Intro]
"Get your ass back here!"
"Get your ass back here!"
"I want to come back there, but I'm f*cking hanging out with KNMFMDM!"
"I can't even f*cking say it"
"KMFDM are blowing themselves to hell."
"KMFDM are blowing themselves to hell."
"KMFDM are blowing themselves to hell."
"Blowing themselves to hell."
"Blowing themselves to hell."
"Blowing themselves to hell."
"To hell, to hell, to hell"
"Blowing themselves to hell."

[Verse 1]
Juke Joint Jezebel, R.U.O.K?
Help us, save us, take us away
Money, power, murder, blame
Ooh la la, not in my name

[Chorus]
A drug against war, attak/reload
KMFDM: kill mother f*cking Depeche Mode
Son of a gun, what do you know?
KMFDM: kill mother f*cking Depeche Mode
[Verse 2]
Don't you blow your top, every day's a good day
Spit sperm, back-back in the USSA
Itchy b*tchy, from here on out
Come on, go off, dirty, kraut

[Verse 3]
Disobedience, anarchy
Bullets, bombs and bigotry
Torture, terror, b*tches, boots
Never say never, thank you, brute

[Chorus]
Sex on the flag, ready to blow
KMFDM: kill mother f*cking Depeche Mode
More and faster, rebels in kontrol
KMFDM: kill mother f*cking Depeche Mode

[Bridge]
German engineering, astounding ingenuity
Twenty-nine years of conceptual continuity

[Verse 4]
Viva le mort, people of the lie
No meat, no man, D.I.Y
The unrestrained use of excessive force
World War III, move on, adios
[Chorus]
A drug against war, attak/reload
KMFDM: kill mother f*cking Depeche Mode
Son of a gun, what do you know?
KMFDM: kill mother f*cking Depeche Mode
KMFDM: kill mother f*cking Depeche Mode
KMFDM: kill mother f*cking Depeche f*cking Mode