Lyrics: Beers, Boots & Bones Work, I work and work Concrete, blisters and dirt Hammer, hammering away Sweating, smelling all day Bored I went for a tattoo Despite having no clue What and where to put it I just took whatever that fitted A fancy skull with crossed bones Oughtta make the bitches moan Now burning on my forehead Looking forward to legs spread Yeah, flames, bones and skull Oughta make my life less dull But then my boss-man called 'You’ll have to work ‘till you fall' So I went to work with my bones Nothing that my boss condoned So - now I’m out of job Well, damn - it sucks! The skull of fire on my skin Rattling braincells deep within I’ll just swing my beer and boots Shout, dance and look at boobs Hail the boots Hail the skull Hail the boobs Hail - and SKÅL! Hail the boots Hail the skull Hail the booze Hail - and SKÅL!
Body-Banden is an experimental sonic playground for the two madmen Der Kanzler and Tommynator.
The band embraces genres like industrial, EBM, punk, neoclassical, disco, film scores and general weird stuff and form it into their very own style.
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