Litza's teeth tear the cork from the wine   His hunger is so visible now   The sight of this guy makes me insane   Let him go faster - I will stop shaking   The iron dogs of the city arrive together   They are excited and ready to mosh   Glass-eyed corpses will fall down tonight   They will be out and the new will come   Yeah, scream of axes, such a noisy party   Don't preach to me here, about my situation   Yeah lanky guys are droppin' dead now   There'll be a ton of puke - just one of the attractions   Reinforcements are comin' - I'm defendin' myself   I won't drop so fast, surrender to no one   I'm losing my fingers in her appetising shame   No, not this week, I'm not comin' home!   An iron dog of the city, a never sober thrasher   He's haulin', oh, a big sack of joy   The crew's defendin' him, rollin' orbits   This night, just like the last, some of the guests will drop down   The orange sun pulls me out of it, oh well   There's no talkin' about any overdose   A "Red Barchetta" is flyin' through my ears   I'm waitin' patiently for a new sack of joy, joy!   It is hittin' us - Adrenalines kick   And we are not guilty in this situation   Litza's greedy jaw is lookin' for the foe   Our bangin' heads are harder than a rock.