DTM - Alan Vega

Hey, is dead

Yea, c’mon

This with the rag drafts

This a tragedy

Ehh, This with no justice

Ahh, Life is no joke

It stays of pure evil

Hey, sometimes it’s angst soul

DTM, Dead To Me

DTM, Dead To Me

the fools make the rules

It’s all German engineerin'

Riches and bitches

Live with the of Crips

The dead cut is runnin'

Yea, runnin' through your gold

The dead got decorations

Ride off the wall, gang bang

DTM, Dead To Me

DTM, Dead To Me

The, heavenly drinks

Frenzy, knee deep

Ehh, In

Gasoline, gasoline

Ehh, the marigold marine

Is livin' with regress

Livin' in the hole, sewer

Livin' in the hole, sewer

DTM, Dead To Me

DTM, Dead To Me

The creature’s dead

The man is dead

Silence with the Christmas bongs

Who’s that saint, gone

Got nothin', no soul sadness

It’s you, it’s you

Sometimes

DTM