Tankard Roach Motel Lyrics - Tankard

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