The Kickers of Ass

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 - do offer a mass

Of celebrating

We - the kickers of ass,

The bringers of Blöedsinn

We - the upper class

Of merrymaking.

We - the kickers of ass,

(The bringers of Blöedsinn)

We - run at full blast.

(The bringers of Blöedsinn)

The blowers of brass

(The bringers of Blöedsinn)

We - the smokers of grass.

We bring you the Blöedsinn!