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Band's list Industrial Electro KMFDM WWIII
CD, Released date : 2003 - Sanctuary Records
Style: Industrial Electro

RATING : 18/20
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Tracklist
1. WWIII 04:58
2. From Here on Out 04:03
3. Blackball 05:11
4. Jihad 03:22
5. Last Things 05:05
6. Pity for the Pious 05:51
7. Stars & Stripes 04:00
8. Bullets, Bombs, & Bigotry 04:19
9. Moron 05:05
10. Revenge 05:08
11. Intro 04:36
Total playing time 51:38

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Lyrics
1. WWIII

I declare war on the world
War in outer space
I declare war in a nutshell
War all over the place

I declare war on every government
War against all odds
I declare war on your inner sanctum
On your bloodthirsty gods

World war three - be all that you can be
World war three

I declare war on the axis of morons
All out war on complacent consent
I declare war on the war against drugs
Rape and slaughter of the innocent

War on big brother
Warmongers and profiteers
War on your dogma dubya
Armageddon's engineers

World war three
World war three - be all that you can be
World war three

War in a heartbeat
I declare war on so-called civilization
World trade globalization
Organized disinformation

War on ambassadors of pretense
War on MTV and CNN
McDonald's, Walt Disney, and Bethlehem
On Christina, Britney, and Eminem

I declare war on the world of anti-choice
On violent unilaterality
On the amassment of murderous high-tech toys
And all crimes against humanity

War on the moral majority
On corporate dot com imperialism
On mindlessly bumbling stupidity
And police-state terrorism

World war three
World war three - be all that you can be
World war three - be all that you can be
World war three


2. FROM HERE ON OUT

Caught a glimpse of madness
Virtual circus
It's a long way down
Hollow to no protection
Kick
You can scream
Walk your wicked way
Never getting what you need

Want what you want
When you want it
Want what you want
When you want it
Dig me out

No mercy
You are what you believe
And you are incomplete
Do as you please
Do what you will
Hang your head in shame
Never getting what you need

Don't risk your life and the lives of your comrades
Leave now and go home
Watch your children learn
Do not invite your own destruction
This is a road of no return

As the kingdom crashes
Cause of your actions
You're a hangman now
Swallow dust and ashes
Wish what you can dream
Shout your maniacal pleas
Never getting what you need

From here on out


3. BLACKBALL

I am the fake behind the door
The little worm that you ignore
The brittle rage, the bitter rubble
Take your time and bring the trouble

And on this little poison river
The whiskey and wine that loves my liver
Ease it once, sleaze it twice
My levy broke and so I choke

You do what you want to me
I give shit back to thee
Don't give one word i say
Now get out of my way

Blackball
Start the riot
They will never keep us quiet
Blackball
Flip the script
The veil of silence must be ripped
Blackball

I am the freedom that you flay
I am the guilt that you display
I am the scream you cannot help
I am the corpse that you felch

You do what you want to me
I give shit back to thee
Don't give one word i say
Now get out of my way

Blackball

Burn 'em down
Run the traitors out of town
Blackball
Wipe 'em out
Turn the triumph into rout
Blackball
Hang 'em high
Get them right between the eyes
Blackball
No amends
Shut up and muscle your defense

You do what you want to me
I give shit back to thee
Don't give one word i say
Now get out of my way

I am the filth upon your fork
Your favorite cut of dirty pork
The second hand that stands so still
I am the clock that waits to kill

Blackball
Burn 'em down
Run the traitors out of town
Blackball
Wipe 'em out
Turn the triumph into rout
Blackball
Hang 'em high
Get them right between the eyes
Blackball
No amends
Shut up and muscle your defense

Blackball
Make 'em crawl
Blackball
Line 'em up against the wall
Blackball
Blackball


4. JIHAD

Homo sapiens a dying species
Poor sick dumb numb feeding feces
Half-eaten starved beaten multiplying lying cheating
Lean mean unclean ammo for the gun-machine

Cannon fodder driven by fear
Last-class raw mass victims of the puppeteer
Human driftwood leper's pariah
Suicide bombers for the new messiah

Everybody do your part
Hope is life and fire to the heart

Rattle your chains
Never back down
Blow your brains
Stand your ground

Plutocratic rule and power
Rich fat small balls' final hour
Big last gulp end of reign
Flush dictators down the drain


5. LAST THINGS

Wake-up tired with a mouth full of nothing
Deceived distressed by the truth they've been withholding
Televisionary popular identity
Getting closer to the minute of our gravity

I sometimes ask myself did I speak my mind
Or shut my mouth
Was I a follower a leader insignificant
Mere shadow of a ghost bearing innocence

Constative voices preach
Talk of truth in their political speak
Carry on 'til they're blue in the face
And my point of view has lost its place

Last things
Did i give nothing in return
Stand up for a cause
Give permission to a mute war

Call me ignorant maybe I was never smart
Like a wolf running high on adrenaline
All the while in the dim with a low hum
Rising up growing loud I can hear them

Religious left and right
Power hungry heads of state
Melancholy death fall of our nemesis
Strong will survive or so say our presidents

43242 code 1
Troops move forward let it all be done
Beginning of the end soil has been tread
Mother daughter father song sky burns death
Premonition, television stuttering indecision
We the people citizen's lies are being force fed
Money power cruelty blood is shed in our streets
When where does the sacrifice end

We're falling fast from the war inspired
Double standard idiots
Helter-skelter henchmen
Consequences catastrophic

Lead us not into temptation with your
Damning words and glorified hatred

A vengeful lineage
We will bear alone to our death


6. PITY FOR THE PIOUS

The pious pour their pity pure
I can sell a little cure
The burning flesh
The sweetest smell
I kiss the angel
Burnt in Hell
I watch your fallen boring fate
As you sweat and masturbate
I'm touching you but cannot feel
But one small poke and you will squeal

Constantly commit consume
Creep on to your closing tomb

No whiskey welcome at your door
Not a light for your whore
Not a word that I can hear
The stench of shit tells me you're near

Your God is gaping
Your God is waiting
Your terror rises
To no surprises

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Doberman's are in the hall
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Take off that blind fold face them all
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Dope bonanza in the mall
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Hold on tight I'll fuck you all


7. STAR AND STRIPES

A tyrant is a man who allows his people no freedom
Who is puffed-up by pride
Driven by the lust of power
Impelled by greed
Provoked by thirst for fame

Divided and conquered
Gripped by fear
Wishful thinking that it can't happen hear
It's well underway but nobody knows
A repeat of history
That's how it goes

Tell the people that they're under attack
By man-eating foes from Mars or Iraq
Mobilize outrage
Muzzle dissent
Send in the troops
Strike the pre-empt

Stars & stripes

Learn how to fight
We come together by the dawn of the light
Oh so proudly we hail as the rockets red glare
Stars & stripes

Control the airwaves
Fuel the reaction
Use every weapon of mass-distraction
Turn active people into passive consumers
Feed 'em bogus polls and harebrained rumors

Cut back civil rights
Make no mistake
Tell 'em homeland security is now at stake
Whip up a frenzy keep 'em suspended
Don't let 'em know that their liberty's ended

Everything goes in the desperate states
The veneer of democracy rapidly fades
Wreak total havoc on all opposition
In any event fulfill your mission

Totalitarian media sensation
You will give 'em domination
Never mind they call you a liar and thief
By now you're undisputed commander-in-chief


8. BULLETS, BOMBS, AND BIGOTRY

One for hatred two for hell
Three for the lowest high that you sell
Gotta four for a try but don't stop the lie
Five for the piss and poke in your eye
Six for the silver that you wrench
Seven for the gold that'll never quench
Eight and nine for the thirsty fly
And ten for the one who drinks 'til I die

I must receive and I'll believe
Come on trust in me
With all my greed give to those in need
Come on lust with me
I will be t rue but shall deceive
Come on lie with me
My little pill my guilty thrill
Come on die with me

Sin sex sodomy
Time to end this parody
Terror torture tyranny
The carcass of democracy
Power pills poverty
Victors rewrite history
Bullets bombs & bigotry
Brace yourself for world war three

This testament to the truest torture
Beg for release from the lie that I bought you
You started high your endings nigh
Get it hard for the lord of lard
I'm a vacuous and a callous whore
Bend right over and beg for more
A lie for a lie and a noose for a noose
Don't complicate yourself with the truth

I'm designing I'm the master
Keep on waiting as I die of laughter
Get on down covered in fleas
I screw best in twos and threes
The teasing pleasing little thrill
The twisted knife that begs to kill
Wistful thinking and whiskey drinking
It all makes sense when your fists are thinking


9. MORON

Don't give a damn what i say
Coz I'm out of my mind
Punkass motherfucker son of a gun
Just one of a kind

Ripped the system and burnt the shreds
No pity for the masses
Sympathizer I am a communist
A prick up some asses

What goes around will come around
What goes up must come down

U.S. underground
Putschists on the rise
Junta of buccaneers
Take power by surprise
Vigilante style
World of the free
Fulfilling prophecies
Liability

Ignoramus
Dimwit idiot
Asinine
Moron

Money talks and
Bullshits walks
And what is right ain't ever righter
Things in life and life in things
Fire calls the fighter
Sold my rights to tinseltown
Trading arms for battle
By the way this is kapt'n k.
Calling from Seattle

Ignoramus
Dimwit idiot
Asinine
M-O-R-O moron

Ignoramus
Stupid fuckhead
Bunnybrains
Moron


10. REVENGE

The empty and searching streets
These gutters they warm my feet
Since your cold lips blue
Give me life anew

Your works and your understanding
My god is so undemanding and don't miss a day
And I'll always pay
Give me life anew

I got a love for the leader
The cross the deceiver
The ache is the answer to break with disaster
Awake be forgiven arise with the living
Never see realize peel your eyes feel the prize

The battle burns in my head
The love is dead and hope has fled
Hate's the hurt my humanity
A corpse in bondage burns for thee
You've been tied ripped and bled
Raped by freedom while hate gave head

You've got a screaming silence
You're full of caution
Your regret is my abortion
This vicious victim lost his hold
Revenge is a dish that's best served cold
Let your bloodlust leave
Let your hate recede
I can take it all with one collect-call
Awake be forgiven arise with the living
Never see realize peel your eyes feel the prize

Innocence dies trust betrays
Hope remains I'm a fan of the flames
Hey there baby girl
I got a weakness for lies
And I'm speechless for highs
Your hurt's my hope I'm your holy ghost
Your angel of mercy
I'll keep you dirty
Be kind to be cruel
So break every rule
Be cruel to the kind and you'll take every fool


11. INTRO

Welcome back, here we go again
A beautiful girl and some dirty old men
Before we continue the task at hand
Let's go ahead and introduce the band

From the land of volcanoes
The lovely Lucia
Her voice will fill you with wonder and fear
She screams like a banshee and she moves like a cat
I could tell you much more but let's leave it at that

The Lord of Lard
The mighty swine
He loves manchego and a bottle of wine
Also known as Raymond Watts
He screams out his lungs while his brain slowly rots

The one and only, the great Steve White
His morals are loose but his shirts are tight
Challenged by few and rivaled by none
He's a low down dirty son of a gun

This is the biscuits crux
Solid rock against the flux
Ultra heavy beat deluxe
KMFDM forever sucks

Here's your voice from the underground
Get ready for another round
Nothing new, it's the same old shit
If it works this good why fuck with it?

Andy Selway, the master of skins
Frequently found screwing chicks behind bins
His hobbies include but are not limited to
Things you and I would rather not do

And here we have Jules, the king of guitar
He's only at home when he's inside a bar
Rings and spikes and chains and tattoos
He breeds new life forms inside his shoes

This is the biscuits crux
Solid rock against the flux
Ultra heavy beat deluxe
KMFDM forever sucks

Here's your voice from the underground
Get ready for another round
Nothing new, it's the same old shit
If it works this good why fuck with it?

I am Kap'n K, the korrupter of youth
My word is gospel of the honest truth
I am the father of industrial rock
And if you don't believe me you can suck my glock


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