A drunken winter night A cut throat I did meet He robbed of my purse And left me sprawling on the street And me sturdy old accordion Which Pa' bought from the orient Was never to be seen again Damn that thief and curse his name As I went onto me bed It reeked of sulfur in me shed And a sensation undefined sent shivers down me spine Then, with a sudden burst of flames Sat Satan in me window frame With goat legs and a horse's cock He made me scream in awe and shock "I don't mean to intrude" he hissed But there's a deal you can't resist One hundred souls a modest price Will buy one hell of a device
A squeezebox made of cherry tree With ivory buttons yours can be In three month's time it shall be done So come now lad and sing this song
Devil's bellows, made in hell it has the voice of hundred fellas Hear my squeezebox belch and bellow Every tune so bloody and mellow Devil's bellows, made in hell it has the voice of hundred fellas Hear my squeezebox belch and bellow Every tune so bloody and mellow
Taken by his charm I signed the chart he put before me Every soul is not for sale, but I guess I am a whore then Devil's bellows, made in hell it has the voice of hundred fellas Hear my squeezebox belch and bellow
So, the following week my little town it fell in shock As people went amiss there was no way to fact dismiss And when they found Frau Pudel Spiked upon dudelsack it was so brutal Must be murder one concluded The next day in the canal they found floating three more dead Then Mar Shionnah found next to her bed without a head Then Barbara Barnsy, Bina and Black Sam Bellamy Was found dead next to Sina, what an awful felony
Devil's bellows, made in hell it has the voice of hundred fellas Hear my squeezebox belch and bellow Every tune so bloody and mellow Devil's bellows, made in hell it has the voice of hundred fellas Hear my squeezebox belch and bellow Every tune so bloody and mellow
Every night I rose from bed, to dance among the dead And sure I found it thrilling, the knack I had for killing Devil's bellows, made in hell it has the voice of hundred fellas Hear my squeezebox belch and bellow
And drowned in the marina, surfaced Jens and dear sweet Ina And the Flying Dutchman sank from a hole in the cantina Dieter, Dietmar, Christine, three Daniels, and Kirsten A crew of metal swabbers was murdered and then robbered And poor old Buckteeth Bannock Had been stabbed while in his hammock and Blake And Captains Schnicks and Morgan, robbed of all their organs The Baklas, Captain Three Ell, had been sent off to a warm hell So a whole damn pirates crew, had to bid the world adieu
Devil's bellows, made in hell it has the voice of hundred fellas Hear my squeezebox belch and bellow Every tune so bloody and mellow Devil's bellows, made in hell it has the voice of hundred fellas Hear my squeezebox belch and bellow Every tune so bloody and mellow
Some said Davy Jones took walks along the docks And at night a haunting melody echoed in our block Devil's bellows, made in hell it has the voice of hundred fellas Hear my squeezebox belch and bellow
Bodies littered every street Next they found Edith, and then they found Daniela And on top of her a fella In the pub they call Spelunke, where I used to get so drunken Someone poisoned all the cherry beer There where bodies everywhere In a pile next to the door Lay stiff upon the floor, Eva, Emrich, Edith And Flink The Buccaneer, and herr Kohnke And herr Klatt, who had choked upon his hat And Gerit and Guido, and Herb and there was Ingo And grumpy guy, and Inge and Julia, and Jenny Who was robbed of her last penny
Devil's bellows, made in hell it has the voice of hundred fellas Hear my squeezebox belch and bellow Every tune so bloody and mellow Devil's bellows, made in hell it has the voice of hundred fellas Hear my squeezebox belch and bellow Every tune so bloody and mellow
I swooped from scene to scene Like some black angel of death And they all looked so serene As they drew their dying breath Devil's bellows, made in hell it has the voice of hundred fellas Hear my squeezebox belch and bellow
And in the Schwarzer Kater Inn, with a horrible grin Hermann had died while sipping on his gin And red haired little Jessy, she looked so bloody messy Her teeth around her scattered And her face all bruised and battered Then the saintly Bruter Rectus was nailed onto a cross And Branco and Bärbel from a balcony was tossed And in the house of Enderlin A fire would being that took the lives of Joerg Frau Meyer, Karin, Karo, Katherin, and Lars And Lutz, and Lena, and alass they called Sabine
Devil's bellows, made in hell it has the voice of hundred fellas Hear my squeezebox belch and bellow Every tune so bloody and mellow Devil's bellows, made in hell it has the voice of hundred fellas Hear my squeezebox belch and bellow Every tune so bloody and mellow
Every morning I woke exhausted in my bed My hands all bloody red and this jungle in my head Devil's bellows, made in hell it has the voice of hundred fellas Hear my squeezebox belch and bellow
But when half the bill was paid, I was running out of time So I grew even bolder as I schemed my grand design At the town hall the next week, they invited the elite, for a ball They conjugated, so I climbed the roof and waited Attending that cold night was Lux Homini, Mareike two Martins, and Orchestra Vroudenspil, Margret and Marius, Matze, Manfred, Michael, Michelle and Morgan Adams, Natasha, Pierre, Erasmus, Wolve, Robert, Sandra, Sally, Santi Scully, Frau Tepasse, Sigrid, Sille, Simon, and Simone, the famous sloppy sisters Snu, Stefan, Frau Khali, Susi, Syen, and Tanja, Tomas, Tom, Tobias Trude, Herr Kadnira and Valeria Strazzeri
As the guests all did arrive, a storm was building up And fiery forks across the sky, lit the heavens up And as the music started playing I came down on my prey From the fancy chandelier, crystal shattered everywhere Like a deadly ballerina, I swooped across floor This was my grand arena, and I Danced in blood and gore, with a razor and and a cleaver I moved like in a fever To flickering lightning of the thunderstorm so frightening Then all went awful quiet, and silent like the grave As I stood there on the dance floor, with all the souls I had enslaved The quota had been filled, with all the blood I'd split Debt free but not guilt free, I had really paid the bill Then the church bells started ringing, and all the windows cracked And the Devil stood before me with me price upon his back "Well done, lad" he told me, you've earned your new Brandoni But there's one more soul you owe me, so I'll see you in a while
Devil's bellows, made in hell it has the voice of hundred fellas Hear my squeezebox belch and bellow Every tune so bloody and mellow Devil's bellows, made in hell it has the voice of hundred fellas Hear my squeezebox belch and bellow Every tune so bloody and mellow
Now I spit fiery brimstone from the box upon me chest With reeds of blackened iron and by the hundreds souls possessed Devil's bellows, made in hell it has the voice of hundred fellas Hear my squeezebox belch and bellow
Taken by his charm I'd signed the chart he put before me, and on the day I die, I sure know where I'm going Devil's bellows, made in hell it has the voice of hundred fellas Hear my squeezebox belch and bellowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
