We came out of the forests We heard the call of beer We can not speak your language But FeckOff we are here So what the hell is culture We can not write a word We're straight but we are happy We like to throw with dirt
Sowing the Seed Siring the Breed We are the Plague Franconian Speed
Whilst weekdays we're like zombies We shuffle nine to five We thirst for our Fridays But then we're back to life We look like little boozers Hmm, maybe you are right But when we flush a funnel You'll see that we are mighty
Sowing the Seed Siring the Breed We are the Plague Franconian Speed Kicking the Beat Playing the Lead Where is my Beer Franconian Speed
Gell! Fei! Scho!
We only need four letters To agree with what you say We answer all your questions By saying -Scho!- all day We're happy with our life here Where the people are straight and loud Can't go away for longer We love Wörscht and Sauerkraut!!
We love our Queens of Metal And Suffering for Life In Winter we will take Breath Up from the Ground we rise This is an invitation We love to have you here But [be] careful when we party Franconians have their own speedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
