Woorden: Turbonegro. Hot Cars And Spent Contraceptives. Prima Moffe.

Gimme, gimme, gimme your heart
And I'll tell you what you want
Gimme, gimme, gimme your soul
And I'll tell what you need

I am the Prima
I am the spear head
I am the war dog

Rollin' down the street
Rollin' down the street like a heat wave
Like a nuclear blast
Burning your body
Burning your soul

Say, can you feel it?
Say, can you feel it?
Say, can you feel it?

Deep down inside

Say, can you feel it?
Say, can you feel it?
Say, can you feel it?

Deep down inside

The howling gods are no longer true
The howling gods are fading out

Say, can you feel it?
Say, can you feel it?
Say, can you feel it?

I will burst the chains
I will break you loose

The time has come to crush the whole world
To crush the ol' values
The time has come for the ol' girls to call
In their whores for the final battle

I am the Prime Mover
I am the spear head
I am the war dog

Say, can you feel it?
Say, can you feel it?
Say, can you feel it?

Deep down inside

Say, can you feel it?
Say, can you feel it?
Say, can you feel it?

Deep down inside down inside

Say, can you feel it?
Say, can you feel it?
Say, can you feel it?