Tank - Tankard roach motel

Cy was a New York roach Went to JFK Had to fly away Cy came to Frankfurt town Started looking round For a home again Found a place A dump full of rubble, trash and mould Air-raid pad A wreck of heavy metal souls Here's a chip, here's a beer back from yesteryear Here's a condom as a snack, hey this place is whack There's a hole in the wall for a sleeping place There's a smelly little things in a guitar case I'm a fan of the band, yhough they play like hell 'cause the chaos they create is my roach motel Cy drunk a lot of beer Metal in his ears Made him deaf and fat Dried junk food in the floor Porno mags and more This is what it's at Party time The band is on tour all the place is mine Call my friends The vermin of Frankfurt rules tonight Here's a chip, here's a beer back from yesteryear Here's a condom as a snack, hey this place is whack There's a hole in the wall for a sleeping place There's a smelly little things in a guitar case I'm a fan of the band, yhough they play like hell 'cause the chaos they create is my roach motel My! Insects in the drum Olaf found the scum Panic in the band Die! Kill the fucking bags Eating all our drugs Crawling in our pants What the hell? I thought Geremia was my friend Killing now! My extermination round the band Here's a chip, here's a beer back from yesteryear Here's a condom as a snack, hey this place is whack There's a hole in the wall for a sleeping place There's a smelly little things in a guitar case I'm a fan of the band, yhough they play like hell 'cause the chaos they create is my roach motel Was a fan of the band, though they play like hell Now I'm leaving for a new rockin' roach motel