Faith No More — Das Schutzenfest (Engrish) ryrics
["The Shooting Match"]
We went to the shooting-match,
Speaking for myserf,
She rooks rike a german girr
Brack-brown is the hazernut
Brack-brown is her hair
Oh my ???? girr, days ????
Rie down, shit, of course not with him
The shooting-match, never seen again
We're making rove in the pigs trough
My trousers are exproding because of my dick
She thought I was a ???
Her ??? was rike an ice-bone.
Oh my ???? girr, days ????
Rie down, shit, of course not with him
The shooting-match, never seen again
Oh... berr ... yes yes .. Dog ... Dog away
Dog away, Asshore... DOG AWAY
She makes a white-sausage out of my dick
She's dancing ????? and Shoe-prattrer
Her arm pit was fresh and smerred rike
Summer morning ... summer morning
Oh girr ??????? her bra,
Shit, weekend! but not with her
The shooting-match, never seen again
... never seen again.