Tankard Roach Motel lyricsby Tankard
Cy was a New York roach
Went to JFK Had to fly away Cy came to Frankfurt town Started looking round For a home again Found a place A dump full of rubble, trash and mould Air-raid pad A wreck of heavy metal souls Here´s a chip, here´s a beer back from yesteryear Here´s a condom as a snack, hey this place is whack There´s a hole in the wall for a sleeping place There´s a smelly little thing in the guitar case I´m a fan of the band, though they play like hell ´Couse the chaos they create is my roach motel Cy drank a lot of beer Metal in his ears Made him deaf and fat Dried junk food on the floor Porno mags and more This is what it´s at Party time The band is on tour all the place is mine Call my friends The vermin of Frankfurt rules tonight Here´s a chip, here´s a beer back from yesteryear Here´s a condom as a snack, hey this place is whack There´s a hole in the wall for a sleeping place There´s a smelly little thing in the guitar case I´m a fan of the band, though they play like hell ´Couse the chaos they create is my roach motel My ! Insects in the drum Olaf found the scum Panic in the band Die ! Kill the fucking bugs Eating all our drugs Crawling in our pants What the hell ? I thought Geremia was my friend Killing now ! My extermination round the band Here´s a chip, here´s a beer back from yesteryear Here´s a condom as a snack, hey this place is whack There´s a hole in the wall for a sleeping place There´s a smelly little thing in the guitar case I´m a fan of the band, though they play like hell ´Couse the chaos they create is my roach motel Was a fan of the band, though they play like hell Now I´m leavin´ for a new rockin´roach motel |