Kickers of Ass

[Strophe I:] If you feel down and you cry bitter tears And your lamentations meet nobody's ears You're lost and you're lonely out there in the cold Although you're still young you feel a hundred years old So join our parade We're on our crusade We're shining in splendor Through ages of war And ages of bore We've been the defenders [Chorus:] We - the kickers of ass The bringers of Blöedsinn We - do offer a mass Of celebrating We - the kickers of ass The bringers of Blöedsinn We - the upper class Of merrymaking [Strophe II:] We've armies of soldiers and special squads To end all the boredom we've been sent by the gods Our weapon's our music and the words that we sing Playin' our songs loud will turn winter to spring We're fighting with power The power is ours We'll lead to high spirits Our enemies flee Or fall to their knees And now let us hear it [Chorus] [Strophe III] We know that life ain't always fun That's why we're here, cause the job's not been done [Chorus:] We - the kickers of ass The bringers of Blöedsinn We - do offer a mass Of celebrating [Outro:] We - the kickers of ass The bringers of Blöedsinn We - the upper class Of merrymaking We - the kickers of ass (The bringers of Blöedsinn) We - run at full blast (The bringers of Blöedsinn) The blowers of brass (The bringers of Blöedsinn) We - the smokers of grass We bring you the Blöedsinn!