Kunst - KMFDM

Get your ass back here

Get your ass back here

«I want to come back there, but I’m fucking hanging out with knmfmdm

I can’t even fucking 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

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

A drug against war, attak/reload

KMFDM: kill mother fucking Depeche Mode

Son of a gun, what do you know?

KMFDM: kill mother fucking Depeche Mode

Don’t you blow your top, every day’s a good day

Spit sperm, back-back in the USSA

Itchy bitchy, from here on out

Come on, go off, dirty, kraut

Disobedience, anarchy

Bullets, bombs and bigotry

Torture, terror, bitches, boots

Never say never, thank you, brute

Sex on the flag, ready to blow

KMFDM: kill mother fucking Depeche Mode

More and faster, rebels in kontrol

KMFDM: kill mother fucking Depeche Mode

German engineering, astounding ingenuity

Twenty nine years of conceptual continuity

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

A drug against war, attak/reload

KMFDM: kill mother fucking Depeche Mode

Son of a gun, what do you know?

KMFDM: kill mother fucking Depeche Mode

KMFDM: kill mother fucking Depeche Mode

KMFDM: kill mother fucking Depeche fucking Mode