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!
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