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KMFDM( Kein Mehrheit Fur Die Mitleid )
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Me I Funk
Lyricist:Sasch Konietzko, Raymond Watts
I'll 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 are talking about day I'm talking about night time You talking about day I'm talking about night time You talk about day I'm talking about night time
You dance with your lizard leather boots on And pull the strings that change the faces of man You're diamond browed hag You're a gutter gaunt gangster
You talk about day I'm talking about night time 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 night time You talk about day I'm talking about night time You talk about day I'm talking about night time
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 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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Double up on some margarine Lick your baby and we got fun Me I funk but I don't care I ain't no square with my cork screw hair
You talk about day I'm talking about night time You talk about day I'm talking about night time
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 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 no square with my cork screw hair
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 This is the end I overloaded, my head's exploded I wanna 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 no square with my cork screw hair
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