Bombing the Moon Songtext
von Lack

Those bastards make me feel like clubbing baby seals
And killing dying species
Fuckers make me feel like sinking crowded ships
And oh boy, I could use a fist fight
Eye wound, knife fight

I′ll slide in my best suit and pour some more grease on
Oh man, I know I look good
Whatever they've got, I′ve got so much more


La, la, la, la, la, la
Such violence
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
Such violence

There's something beautiful pouring out of me
Something wonderful happening to you

La, la, la, la, la, la
Such violence
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
Such violence
La, la, la, la, la, la

How I love this violence
How I love this violence
How I love this violence