We put this festival on you bastards, with a lotta love
We worked one year for you pigs
And you want to break our walls down?
And you wanna destroy us?
Well you go to hell!
Kids are running around naked, fuckin' in the bushes
Kids are running around naked, fuckin' in the bushes
Kids are running around naked, fuckin' in the bushes
Kids are running around naked, fuckin' in the bushes
I love it!
Ah, ah, ah ah
Ah, ah, ah ah
Kids are running around naked, fuckin' in the bushes
Kids are running around naked, fuckin' in the bushes
Kids are running around naked, fuckin' in the bushes
Kids are running around naked, fuckin' in the bushes
I love it! Room for everybody here
Yes, all are welcome!
Yes, indeed, I love them!
Fun! Nice! Life! Youths! Beautiful!
I'm all for it
I love it! Room for everybody here
Yes, all are welcome!
Yes, indeed, I love them!
Fun! Nice! Life! Youths! Beautiful!
I'm all for it
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