| Early in the eighties
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| The brealdancers very strong
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| But we destroyed their discos
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| The day and all night long
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| Our loudness was incredible
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| Our metal alcoholical
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| Zombies attacked us from behind
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| But we survived the Berlin nights
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| Ugly, fat and alive
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| Twenty years of thrash 'til death
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| Ugly, fat and alive
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| Bangin' 'til our final breath
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| Ugly, fat and alive
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| Always held the bottles high
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| Ugly, fat and alive
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| And then we joined the beer-wars
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| Invasion chemical
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| We puked into the tour bus
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| The morning after smell
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| Our loudness was incredible
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| Our metal alcoholical
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| There knocked an alien at my door
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| «Meaning of life?"it asked me for
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| Ugly, fat and alive
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| Twenty years of thrash 'til death
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| Ugly, fat and alive
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| Bangin' 'til our final breath
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| Ugly, fat and alive
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| Always held the bottles high
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| Ugly, fat and alive
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| We won’t be stone cold sober
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| Like our two-faced manager
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| We do the tankard club tour
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| No groupies there at all
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| Our loudness was incredible
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| Our metal alcoholical
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| We still destroy all discos
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| The kings of beer are back, let’s go Ugly, fat and alive
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| Twenty years of thrash 'til death
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| Ugly, fat and alive
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| Bangin' 'til our final breath
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| Ugly, fat and alive
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| Always held the bottles high
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| Ugly, fat and alive |