Yellow Crew Songtext
von Vingador

The Yellow fucking car is at your door
Three of them are waiting for the fourth
In ten seconds they reach the fucking bar
The base of operations of the war

We don′t believe in
The fucking Christianity
Our heads are all over in
The thoughts of master Jim
The horseman are here to make
You fall your fucking fake
The Yellow Crew will show
How the blood of posers flows
Ramon Fest is ready to begin
Celebrating anal, cunt and all the sins
The master of six fingers
Awaits in the Curve bar
Loaded of beer and twelve's whiskey - hey!


We don′t believe in
The fucking Christianity
Our heads are all over in
The thoughts of master Jim
The horseman are here to make
You fall your fucking fake
The Yellow Crew will show
How the blood of posers flows

Trucker
The black magic preacher
Metal Crew Boss
The mobile attitude
Cirrozzy
Leads the crew down to Hell
Coneman
The idol of the teen sluts

The night is over, now it's time to seek
The house of all the fucking fallen weaks
All the Yellow Crew Is more than fucking drunk
In their houses we throw cones and junk


We don't believe in
The fucking Christianity
Our heads are all over in
The thoughts of master Jim
The horseman are here to make
You fall your fucking fake
The Yellow Crew will show
How the blood of posers flows