Armpits of Immortals (feat. Ross the Boss)

Hey, hey, hey, armpits Hey, hey, hey, armpits Hey, hey, hey, armpits Hey, hey, hey, armpits We reach our promised land Where the grass is brown and the girls are questionable With twelve inside an old Wolkswagen van We march under the rain Our boots are filled with feet and pain Ingrown toenails are our daily bread Kind people throwing up In blooms of piss and mud This is the homeland for us all Mosh at the festival Knees in the genitals Unite our scents to fill the hall Armpits of immortals Standing victorious Raise your hands up in the sky Our smell will never die Armpits of immortals Standing victorious Raise your hands up in the sky Our smell will never die (never die) Hey, hey, hey, armpits Hey, hey, hey, armpits Hey, hey, hey, armpits Hey, hey, hey In our groin, the raclette Our dingleberries are amulets Our eau de toilette smells like toilet No fear to push our luck When we bravely go to dump a truck Lulled by the music of Johann Se-Bach Germs fast like a concorde Bacteria with a sword Gave life eternal to us all Armpits of immortals Standing victorious Raise your hands up in the sky Our smell will never die Armpits of immortals Standing victorious Raise your hands up in the sky Our smell will never die (never die) Raise your left arm for the sweat glands (left, left, left) Raise your right arm for the talc (right, right, right) Clap your hands to kill mosquitos (clap, clap, clap) Until the endocrine system burns the sky Armpits of immortals Standing victorious Raise your hands up in the sky Our smell will never die Armpits of immortals Standing victorious Raise your hands up in the sky Our smell will never die Armpits of immortals Standing victorious Raise your hands up in the sky Our smell will never die (never die) Hey, hey, hey, armpits