Where're your friends? Where're your friends? Where are your friends, man? What? What? Where're my friends? All my friends are dead All my friends are
Welcome to the garbage dump, it's a cellar by the sea Dogs fucking in the sun, you're on the list but it ain't for free Welcome to the garbage dump, to
Once upon a time when her legs were short And the nights were long You were a dancer and I was a prancer When you had to tell them all We had black-light
Stroke it, smoke it, make it glad It's not that hard Scrub it, rub it, just sing along It's not that hard Say it, pray it, turn on the mic And work it
Hot stuff When I see you on my TV screen Hot stuff Oh, you make me wanna cream my jeans Hot shit Oh boy, I wish I was your man Baby take good care in
[Incomprehensible] I'm fat and I'm nationwide I'm hungry big boy in the darkest night Cover the horizon Looking for food in the empty streets Another
I wanna come to the party at your house I wanna come but I can't get off If you let me come, I'll come for both of us But I just can't seem to get off
What is rock? Rock is the area between the balls And the anus of a dom or other man What is rock? Rock is the possibility of choking on your own vomit
I'm back, I'm back in denim And denim put the soul in your rock 'n' roll I'm back, I'm back in denim And denim put the soul in your rock 'n' roll And
Mr Oslo, Mr Oslo How did you get so far? Just a D. I. L. F and a retard Mr Oslo, Mr Oslo Sucking your fancy cigar Stolen from Contigua You irritate
We're the boys, turning inside out Open right, so tight without a doubt We're the boys, always wrong and always right We are the boys from nowhere and
Oh my, what a dazzling display Oh my what a dazzling display Of talent that's what they say Would you believe it? My goodness, hey Take a look around
You were right, I'm left She's gone, I know you're gone But we are one, you're hurtin' me I beg for more, no one's tryin' There's no escape for you and
I took my band way across the land But too much ass can destroy a man See, I emptied all my glands Inside the emptiness of all my fans I spent all of
Are you ready for some darkness Are you ready for some fun? Do you wanna touch the right tonight Or do you want to grab your hat and run? Are you ready
Do you, do you, do you? Yes, I do Do you, do you, do you? Yes, I do Do you feel it? Do you feel sexy body eruptions? Do you want it? Do you feel it deep
Turboneger a??I morgen skal eg dauea?? intro (spoken): Yeah! Why do American punk-rock boys always go out with the American new-wave hooker girls?
Sacre bleu Du mA? dA? Tous les jours a la barricade Je suis le fils du diable Je morir, morir de milles Pour la liberte: kill kill kill! La revolte
