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Albums:

So Gut (1979 - 1983) (Herbert Grönemeyer) · U-u-u-uns Geht's Gut (The Lollies) · Was Wenn Alles Gut Geht (Laith Al-Deen) · Arabesque [Gut] (Arabesque) · So Weit, So Gut (Schandmaul) · Rockin' the Beer Gut [Holla Day Version] (Trailer Choir) · Gut Aiderbichl: Das Goldene Herz für Tiere 2008 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Super Gut (Mo Do) · Das Tut So Gut (Ireen Sheer) · Du Bist Gut (Nena) – and 21 other albums »


You live by the sword you're gonna die by the sword
It's kill or be killed as everyone's told
You've gotta go for broke to be on top
If you hold back
are now tainted by 
Blood 
Death is to blame for this enormous 
Flood 
The bodies are bursting apart 
Volcanic eruption of guts 

Detonate,
Spilling guts, spilling, guts, spilling guts, spilling guts, spilling guts
Takes some time to waste a guy
Must be mad
Okay, a smoldering burn
Caught by natives
Sentenced to death
No one survives
Devoured alive
Gut munching
Brain eating
Tit tearing
Eye gouging
Dismemberment
Limbs chopped
the fuck's in charge?
Cause no one seems to want the job
Haliburton soldiers
Overrun by angry mobs

Our Deaths Our Guts No Glory! No Glory

Greed
Power
the crank
Interrogation has begun
Awake I'm being disemboweled
Rotation pulling out the guts

Excruciating pain
Body starts to strain
Struggle in vain
You were puking up your guts
When you looked at the standard contract you just signed

Prostitution on the run, 'cepting when it was soliciting
She was standing smoking counting stolen change  
Don't someone have the guts to complain? 
Said "superman  I'm a big fan  
Let's get something
To turn back time
Gut if I could there is no world
No world that I just want to see
In my mind

And tlme goes by
Passing by my eyes
And I stili wait here
She was standing smoking counting stolen change  
Don't someone have the guts to complain? 
Said "superman  I'm a big fan  
Let's get something
That fine fever brought us here
Lambasted eyeballs
When we kiss the dirt the orchids laugh
What a gut pageant, we could play for hours

What
trip's boring me

Let's nuke the bridge we torched two thousand times before
This time we'll blast it all to hell

I've had this burning in my gut now
trip's boring me

Let's nuke the bridge we torched two thousand times before
This time we'll blast it all to hell

I've had this burning in my gut now
We spill our guts and drain our souls
A broken world refined in sin
We hit and bash to break our bones
Brick by brick we crack them stones
Coughing up a mixture
Of mucus, phlegm and bile
The sordid sight of burning flesh
Your stomach is reviled

Spew up your sanguined guts
In your
Cold incards used for torture
Prey sought by a twisted beast
Pray to hell no one survives
Black blood horror
Normalcy won't return
Guts of the dead
It took a mighty good man with salty hands
And a mighty long raft to keep the fore before the act
You take ten good men and guts and luck
And you
Oh trampled by the sun

oh sexless for days

oh and I sweat gardenias

oh sexless for days

I may be under valour's feet

I'm not scared to be
Another summer rolls by
And I can't help but feel pain
All those familiar faces
Come back to haunt me again
Whether I hated their guts
Or hardly
a way, to be pure so
I am gonna clean, I am gonna purge, out my soul now.
CHORUS
Rising, falling
Conviction, calling
Gut wrench
Gut wrench
Gut wrench
I
Here I sit surrounded by white
My arms wrapped around my back real tight
What did I do that was so worng that I had to pay
I don't think anyones
to wipe out the inhuman

Shattered shreds of life, tearing my inner side
Rise from the turf, as my guts regurge
Procession to the wise, gasping
Sing a mean tune, kid
Sock 'em in the gut, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't you ever let your mama catch you cryin'
Play the bad song, kid
Everyone's
somewhere in el salvador there's a grave for 700 pits full of guts and kids who were tortured and hunted by death squad soldiers who won't ever be
living
All the shop shelves are full
Goods to help me shut out
Scenes of this dying world

And every time I tried to hide
The churning of my guts