If there's something you will make 

You'll have to take 

Your machine out of the dust 

To satisfie your lust 



We fuck the greenies law 

Mad Bingo cracks will bleed 

They'll end on circular saw 

In Dead City we will meet 



Alcoholic forces power 

Will take us higher 

You'll kill flower power 

That is our desire 



Silly poppers running wild 

Keep on smiling like a child 

When we scratch their face 

Oh, what kind of grace 



Prudish girls in disco-fashion 

Enjoy peace, don't like any aggression 

But we all know, they're so mad 

Velbert is absolutely dead