| Welcome back
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| Here we go again
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| A beautiful girl and some dirty old men
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| Before we continue the task at hand
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| Let’s go ahead and introduce the band
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| From the land of volcanoes
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| The lovely Lucia
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| Her voice will fill you with wonder and fear
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| She screams like a banshee, and she moves like a cat
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| I could tell you much more, but let’s leave it at that
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| The lord of lard
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| The mighty swine
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| He loves Manchego and a bottle of wine
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| Also known as Raymond Watts
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| He screams out his lungs while his brain slowly rots
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| The one and only
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| The great Steve White
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| His morals are loose, but his shirts are tight
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| Challenged by few
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| Rivaled by none
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| He’s a low down dirty son of a gun
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| This is the biscuit’s crux
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| Solid rock against the flux
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| Ultra-heavy beat deluxe
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| KMFDM forever sucks
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| Here’s your voice from the underground
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| Get ready for another round
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| Nothing new, it’s the same old shit
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| If it works this good, why fuck with it?
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| Andy Selway, the master of skins
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| Frequently found screwing chicks behind bins
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| His hobbies include but aren’t limited to
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| Things you and I would rather not do
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| And here we have Jules
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| The king of guitar
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| He’s only home when he’s inside a bar
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| Rings and spikes and chains and tattoos
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| He breeds new lifeforms inside his shoes
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| I am Kapt’n K
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| The korruptor of youth
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| My word is gospel of the honest truth
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| I am the father of industrial rock
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| And if you don’t believe me
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| You can suck my Glock
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| Jawohl |