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 blood thirsty gods
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
War in a heartbeat
I declare war on so-called civilization
World trade globalization
Organized desinformation
War on ambassadors of pretense
War on MTV and CNN
Macdonald'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 corparate.com imperialism
On mindlessly bumbling stupidity
And police-state terrorism
Worldwar three - be all that you can be
KMFDM - WWIII Album Lyrics
KMFDM - WWIII Lyrics
Writer: BRAD JORDAN, CALVIN BROADUS, JAMES ANDERSON, JASON T PHILLIPS, JAY JACKSON, KASSEEM DEAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
From Here On Out
Caught a glimpse of madness
Virtual circus
It's a long way down
Hollow no protection
Kick
You can scream
Walk your wicked way
Never getting what you need
Virtual circus
It's a long way down
Hollow 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 actions
You're a hangman now
Swallow dust and ashes
Wish you can dream
Shout your maniacal pleas
Never getting what you need
From here on out
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Blackball
I am the fake behind the door
The little worm that you ignore
That 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
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
Willkommen zum ritt auf der rasierklinge
Machen wir der gepentischen veranstaltung ein ende
Lass uns den fettwanstigen kriegsgewinnlern die
Gefrassigen mauler
Stopfen
Zerreisse den schleier des schweigens
Wut und mut heissen die schonen tochter der hoffnung
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
Make 'em crawl
Blackball
Line 'em up against the wall
The little worm that you ignore
That 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
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
Willkommen zum ritt auf der rasierklinge
Machen wir der gepentischen veranstaltung ein ende
Lass uns den fettwanstigen kriegsgewinnlern die
Gefrassigen mauler
Stopfen
Zerreisse den schleier des schweigens
Wut und mut heissen die schonen tochter der hoffnung
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
Make 'em crawl
Blackball
Line 'em up against the wall
Writer: ANDREW JOHN WILLIAM SELWAY, JULAIN LEWIS HODGSON, LUCIA MIA CIFARELLI, SASCH KEGEL KONIETZKO
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Songtrust Ave
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
Poor sick dumb numb feeding feces
Half-eaten starved beaten multiplying lying cheating
Lean mean unclean ammo for the gun-machine
Cannonfodder driven by fear
Last-class raw mass victims of the puppeteer
Human driftwood lepers 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
Writer: DAVE LOMBARDO, JEFFERY JOHN HANNEMAN, TOMAS ENRIQUE ARAYA
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Last Things
The constant realization of dominance results in fear
Wake-up tired with a mouth full of nothing
Deceived distressed by the truth they've been witholding
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 it's 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 stat e
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
Begining of the end soil has been tread
Mother daughter father song sky burns death
Premonition, television stuttering indecision
We the people citizens 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
Helterskelter henchmen
Consequences catastrophic
Lead us not into temptation with your
Damning words and gorified hatred
Avengeful lineage
We will bear alone to our death
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
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 you 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 blindfold face them all
Mirror mirror on the wall
Dope bonanza in the mall
Mirror mirror on the wall
Hold on tight i'll f*ck you all
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 you 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 blindfold face them all
Mirror mirror on the wall
Dope bonanza in the mall
Mirror mirror on the wall
Hold on tight i'll f*ck you all
Writer: ANDREW JOHN WILLIAM SELWAY, JULAIN LEWIS HODGSON, LUCIA MIA CIFARELLI, SASCH KEGEL KONIETZKO
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network
Stars & 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 here
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 rumours
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
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 here
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 rumours
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
Writer: JOHN PHILIP SOUSA, TE PAS, ANDREW JOHN WILLIAM SELWAY, JULAIN LEWIS HODGSON, LUCIA MIA CIFARELLI, SASCH KEGEL KONIETZKO
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave
Bullets, Bombs & 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
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
Writer: ANDREW JOHN WILLIAM SELWAY, JULAIN LEWIS HODGSON, LUCIA MIA CIFARELLI, SASCH KEGEL KONIETZKO
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network
Moron
Don't give a damn what i say
Coz i'm out of my mind
Punkass motherf*cker 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-are-O moron
Ignoramus
Stupid f*ckhead
Bunnybrains
Moron
Coz i'm out of my mind
Punkass motherf*cker 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-are-O moron
Ignoramus
Stupid f*ckhead
Bunnybrains
Moron
Writer: SASCH KEGEL KONIETZKO
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Songtrust Ave
Revenge
The empty and searching streets
These gutters they warm my feet
Since your cold lips blue
Give me life anew
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 deciever
The ache is the answer to break with desaster
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
Writer: ANDERS ODDEN, AUDUN STENGEL, DAVID HUSVIK, HANS ERIK DYVIK HUSBY, TIM SKOLD
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
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, rivaled by none
He's alow down dirty son of a gun
This is the biscuit's crux
Solid rock against the flux
Ultra-heavy beat deluxe
KMFDM forever sucks
Here's your voice from the underground
KMFDM
Get ready for another round
KMFDM
Nothing new, it's the same old shit
KMFDM
If it works this good why f*ck with it
KMFDM
Andy Selway, the master of skins
Frequently found screwing chicks behind bins
His hobbies include but aren't limited to
Things you and I would rather not do
And here we have Jules, the king of guitar
He's only home when he's inside a bar
Rings and spikes and chains and tattoos
He breeds new lifeforms inside his shoes
This is the biscuit's crux
Solid rock against the flux
Ultra-heavy beat deluxe
KMFDM forever sucks
Here's your voice from the underground
KMFDM
Get ready for another round
KMFDM
Nothing new, it's the same old shit
KMFDM
If it works this good why f*ck with it
KMFDM
I am Kapt'n K, the korruptor 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
KMFDM
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, rivaled by none
He's alow down dirty son of a gun
This is the biscuit's crux
Solid rock against the flux
Ultra-heavy beat deluxe
KMFDM forever sucks
Here's your voice from the underground
KMFDM
Get ready for another round
KMFDM
Nothing new, it's the same old shit
KMFDM
If it works this good why f*ck with it
KMFDM
Andy Selway, the master of skins
Frequently found screwing chicks behind bins
His hobbies include but aren't limited to
Things you and I would rather not do
And here we have Jules, the king of guitar
He's only home when he's inside a bar
Rings and spikes and chains and tattoos
He breeds new lifeforms inside his shoes
This is the biscuit's crux
Solid rock against the flux
Ultra-heavy beat deluxe
KMFDM forever sucks
Here's your voice from the underground
KMFDM
Get ready for another round
KMFDM
Nothing new, it's the same old shit
KMFDM
If it works this good why f*ck with it
KMFDM
I am Kapt'n K, the korruptor 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
KMFDM
Writer: JOHN SELWAY, LUCIA MIA CIFARELLI, SASCH KEGEL KONIETZKO
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Songtrust Ave
WWIII is KMFDM's thirteenth studio album, released on September 23, 2003. It follows the common KMFDM practice of naming albums with five-letter words. This is KMFDM's only release on Sanctuary Records. Lyrically, the album is very political. The songs primarily attack George W. Bush's presidency, various US wars in the Middle East, and America's foreign policy. The last track, "Intro", introduces the members of the band. It was recorded in Seattle, Washington. The album's first and eponymous single was featured in the game Saints Row: The Third.
Performed By:
KMFDMGenre(s): Industrial metal, industrial rock, nu metal
Producer(s): KMFDM
Length: 51:38
Released: September 23rd, 2003
Year: 2003