Songtext von Chanbara

Valmara, Valmara, Valmara, Fletches kiss me with the lisp Of your shrapnel caress Lost his arm, lost his lip, lost his diving board For the belly flopped proposal of Let's be friends Tour de force, tour de force Defacto Ayachuco! Prosthetic, Prosthetic, Prosthetic Blemish necro is the velcro Of your charred apendage Cartarize solder gun, in the melting of seeds Oh, dear God, what a tangled web we weave All we are are failed attempts Propelled by stilt-legged presidents Incarcerate the mason fence Like fletches I'm not biting the lead My pencil's broken again We will you fill in the blanks So I can cheat off your