You know I like everything about you
The Way you're talking it's quite exciting
Keep it up and I hade my face
The way I'm eatin' is a social disgrace

I want a lot of this loving feeling
the way you trust me and I like the bleeding
i want a lot of this loving feeling
the way you trust me and I like the bleeding

it's really neat driving in this car
shut the door
let's hope to god we can get it right
i know a place we can rock alright
nobody's gonna catch you and get a fright
you know the little girl who makes me the big one
who takes me

and now it's later and I'm washing my hands
It's thee Irina the promised land
and now it's later and I'm washing my hands
It's thee Irina the promised land

Fighting on price
Sitting on a stump
Someone's gonna get you then a thumb thumb thumb

I know it's funny when it gets so big
But I know you're gonna dig everything I give
For sure you say it's a lot of meat
But you ger it all in and it's a hell of a treat now now

Coz' I'm a man who's sick but I got class
Coz' you only get respect when you're kickin' ass
I'm a man who's sick but I got class
Coz' you only get respect when you're kickin' ass
Well I'm a man who's sick but I got class
Coz' you only get respect when you're kickin' ass

I'll you thing
And place you face in stone
Upon the hill of stars
And gripped in the arms of the changeless madman
we'll dance our lives away

You talk about day
I'm talking about nighttime
You talk about day
I'm talking about nighttime
You talk about day
I'm talking about nighttime

You dance with your lizard leather boots on
And pull the strings that change the faces of man
You're a diamond browed hag
You're a gutter gaunt gangster

You talk about day
I'm talking about nighttime
You gotta look fine
Be primed for dancing
You're gonna trip and glide

Your diamond hands will be stacked with roses
I call you thing and place you face in stone
Upon the hill of stars and gripped in the arms of
the changeless madman
We'll dance our lives away

You talk about day
I'm talking about nighttime
You talk about day
I'm talking about nighttime
You talk about day
I'm talking about nighttime

You are my night
Put my dogs to fright
I wanna be your friend
I wanna call you I wanna ball you all night long
The city's shaking I ain't faking baby
This is the end
I'm overloaded my head's exploded
I wanna to get you and then
Come on honey let's bless our luck
A little prayer for you to suck
Here comes mommy with her Tommy gun
Open wounds just make her croon
Double up on some margarine
lick your baby and we got fun
Me I funk but I don't care
I ain't square with my cork screw hair

-Instrumental-

Humping up and jacking down
Loving can be an art
Lie on your back
Loving can be an art
I can make you go snap snap snap
Loving can be an art
And we can hear it go cack crack crack
Loving can be an art
Hunt it down and rip it off
Loving can be an art
I can eat your tricks like this
Loving can be an art
it's nothin'
it's nothin'
Lie on Your back
I can hear it go snap snap snap

God I feel healthy
God I feel fine
that lieel conillion's mine mine mine
Don't worry about me
There's plenty of time for everything

Come on baby
While I lick my lips
Swivel down
Sit on my hips

You've got dandruff on your snatch
You've got dandruff on your snatch

Itchy bitchy
Scratchy snatchy

Relax
You've got to relax
In you sex complex

No women
No cry

-Instrumental-

-Instrumental-

Right right
Yeah Let's kick the shit out of it man
Yeah c'mon kick it!
Are you positiv
I mean are you are you positiv
I mean are you positiv

Virus
Virus
Catch the virus
Spread the virus
Catch the virus
Spread it all over the world
Positiv
KMFDM
Ein neuer virus

Lufthans

Ich bin ein rotes Flugzeug und flieg' ins Blau hinein
ganz allein ganz allein

Fliege durch den Weltraum So blau
So blau wie ein Alptraum
Ganz allein ganz allein
Es ist eine Existenz mit schwerer Konsequenz
Das Zentrum des Empfindens zu sein

Come on baby
While I lick my lips
Swivel down
Sit on my hips

You've got dandruff on your snatch
You've got dandruff on your snatch

Itchy bitchy
Scratchy snatchy

Relax
You've got to relax
In you sex complex

No women
No cry

-Instrumental-