A.F.M.S. Songtext
von Hyades

Anti Fashion Megamosh Force
They came on Sunday morning
They′re dressed like a fashion show
He's got Versace sandals, and for sure will make you know
She only wears Armani, or maybe some Cavalli shoes
As soon as I see these fuckers I wish I had my detonating fuse
Ignorance is their golden rule, they only live to buy
I think your next screwdriver, will get a hint of a cyadine
Discos are their Kingdom, but only if they are free
You′re Suck a bunch of idiots, and that is guaranteed
Take a whisky, maybe a beer
Don't talk to me, you're killing my ears!
Take a whisky, take a beer
Shut the fuck up and get outta here!
Drink a sugar-free juice, or you′ll become to fat


Your dog is dressed in Gucci, and looks like a rat
Manicure, hairdresser, botox and some peel
You′re wasting lotsa money, and there's nothing more to feel
Take a whisky, maybe a beer
Don′t talk to me, you're killing my ears!
Take a whisky, take a beer
Shut the fuck up and get outta here!
1000 for a dinner, 400 for some dance
But when it′s time to pay, man, you still don't have a chance
You′d better call you rich friend, maybe asking to stay
And like every Saturday night, he will insist to pay!
Take a whisky, maybe a beer
Don't talk to me, you're killing my ears!
Take a whisky, take a beer
Shut the fuck up and get outta here!