If there's something you will make
You'll have to take
Your machine out of the dust
To satisfie your lust
We f** 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 k** 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