paroles de chanson Kickers of Ass - J.B.O.

If you feel down and you cry bitter tears
And your lamentations meet nobody's ears
You're lost and you're lonely out there in the cold
Although you're still young you feel a hundred years old

So join our parade
We're on our crusade
We're shining in splendor

Through ages of war
And ages of bore
We've been the defenders

We - the kickers of ass,
The bringers of Blöedsinn
We - do offer a mass
Of celebrating
We - the kickers of ass,
The bringers of Blöedsinn
We - the upper class
Of merrymaking.

We've armies of soldiers and special squads
To end all the boredom we've been sent by the gods
Our weapon's our music and the words that we sing
Playin' our songs loud will turn winter to spring

We're fighting with power
The power is ours
We'll lead to high spirits
Our enemies flee
Or fall to their knees
And now let us hear it:

We - the kickers of ass,
The bringers of Blöedsinn
We - do offer a mass
Of celebrating
We - the kickers of ass,
The bringers of Blöedsinn
We - the upper class
Of merrymaking.

We know that life ain't always fun
That's why we're here, 'cause the job's not been done

We - the kickers of ass,
The bringers of Blöedsinn
We - run at full blast
The bringers of Blöedsinn

We - the blowers of brass
The bringers of Blöedsinn
We - the smokers of grass
We bring you the Blöedsinn!