Tekstovi: Kmfdm. Attak. Yohoho.

Yohoho
And a bottle of rum
I'm in the gutter
But I've got the gun

16 men on a
Dead man's chest
A little lead
For a little rest

Go slow
On the torture-show
Go slow

Yohoho
Here's the fun
You get to go
I get to come

Six bold strokes
And no new jokes
The lost and found's
Your only hope

One's for shit
And one's for shame
And one's for shame
And now the hurt
Fans the flame

Pull me in
Drag me down
You can be the kapt'n
As we're tumbling
Always down

Go slow
On the torture-show
Go slow
Always down

Fear not what you can't see
The pulse, the pain, the ecstasy
A hollow space an empty grave
The best laid plans are meant to fade

Here's the lard
In leather glove
Answered dreams
Straight from above

One's for shit
And one's for shame
And one's for shame
And now the hurt
Fans the flame

Pull me in
Drag me down
You can be the kapt'n
As we're tumbling
Always down

Go slow
On the torture-show
Go slow
Always down

Go slow
On the torture-show
Go slow
Always down

Yohoho
And a bottle of rum
16 men on a
Dead man's chest

Go slow
On the torture-show
You can be the kapt'n
As we're tumbling

Go slow
On the torture-show
You can be the kapt'n
As we're tumbling
Always down