Sorry we´re open
 [bad word] in we´re closed
 i´m warming the raclette oven
 i said 
 [bad word] in we´re closed
 it was great talking to you
 having nothing to say
 but now that that´s been said
 get the [bad word] away

 my guitar like a kalashnikov
 my [bad word] like a bazooka
 pick up youre artillery
 in the myth of defeat 
 and if i´m gonna raise my voice
 it´s my weapon of choice
 the end of entertaiment
 is the beginning of war 
 my guitar
 my guitar

 i´m cursing an ointment
 hear me snorting a symphonie
 every flatulence an opera
 every drop of sweat an elegy

 create something out of nothing
 i faking the highlights 
 i could
 my fingerprints in mass production
 a public hair nailed to a pieve of wood

 my guitar like a kalashnikov
 my [bad word] like a bazooka
 pick up youre artillery
 in the myth of defeat 
 and if i´m gonna crack my voice
 it´s my weapon of choice
 the end of entertaiment
 is the beginning of war 
 my guitar
 my guitar

 i don´t knoe where i´m going
 everbody follow me 
 i don´t knoe where i´m going
 everbody follow me
 i don´t knoe where i´m going 
 everbody follow me 
 if i knew where i was going
 i wouldn´t want you [bad word] with me

 my guitar like a kalashnikov
 my [bad word] like a bazooka
 pick up youre artillery
 in the myth of defeat 
 and if i´m gonna crack my voice
 it´s my weapon of choice
 the end of entertaiment
 is the beginning of war 
 my guitar
 my guitar