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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