Tankard - Tankard Roach Motel lyrics

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