We only wear black
And hate dead silence
At our kids' baptism, we play Slayer
A red pentagram
On our passport
We are like a storm, making your girlfriend wet

In our place, it looks
Like inside Freddy Krueger's head
You share every night
The bed with your mother
We've already bitten off
Pigeons' heads
While you were still scared
And wet yourself watching Bambi

We are the end of this world
Have already ordered schnapps in hell, let it burn
Street gang six, six, six

Where we come from, there's no light
We are everything, you are nothing
The world must burn
Street gang six, six, six

You have a high school diploma
We have tattoos on our necks
Our class reunion is
Every year at Wacken
You save every cent
For Gucci shirts and hair
We smash golden guitars
For breakfast

Do you know the word groupies?
We are the inventors
Your last chance for sex
Is a fake account on Tinder
For us, the cocaine stopped after kindergarten
Your dealer politely cleans our bus on Sundays

We are the end of this world
Have already ordered schnapps in hell
Let it burn
Street gang six, six, six

We are the devil's coolest bunch
Would never sell our ass, we burn
Street gang six, six, six

Six, six, six
Six, six, six
Six, six, six
Six, six, six
Six, six, six

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