Devil's Bellows -

A drunken winter night

A cut throat I did meet

He robbed me of my purse

And left me sprawling on the street

And me sturdy old accordion

Which Pa' bought from the orient

Was never to be seen again

So damn that thief and curse his name

As I went onto me bed

It reeked of sulfur in me shed

And a sensation undefined

Sent shivers down me spine

Then, with a sudden burst of flames

Sat Satan in me window frame

With goat legs and a horse’s cock

He made me scream in awe and shock

«I don’t mean to intrude» he hissed

But there’s a deal you can’t resist

One hundred souls a modest price

Will buy one hell of a device

A squeezebox made of cherry tree

With ivory buttons yours can be

In three month’s time it shall be done

So come now lad and sing this song

Devil’s bellows, made in hell

It has the voice of hundred fellas

Hear my squeezebox belch and bellow

Every tune so bloody and mellow

Devil’s bellows, made in hell

It has the voice of hundred fellas

Hear my squeezebox belch and bellow

Every tune so bloody and mellow

Taken by his charm I signed the chart he put before me

Every soul is not for sale, so I guess I am a whore then

Devil’s bellows, made in hell

It has the voice of hundred fellas

Hear my squeezebox belch and bellow

So, the following week my little town it fell in shock

As people went amiss there was no way to fact dismiss

And when they found Frau Pudel spiked upon dude

Sack it was so brutal, must be murder one concluded

The next day in the canal they found floating three more dead

Then Mar Shionnah found next to her bed without a head

Then Barbara Barnsy, Bina and Black Sam Bellamy

Was found dead next to Sina, what an awful felony

Devil’s bellows, made in hell

It has the voice of hundred fellas

Hear my squeezebox belch and bellow

Every tune so bloody and mellow

Devil’s bellows, made in hell

It has the voice of hundred fellas

Hear my squeezebox belch and bellow

Every tune so bloody and mellow

Every night I rose from bed, to dance among the dead

And sure I found it thrilling, the knack I had for killing

Devil’s bellows, made in hell

It has the voice of hundred fellas

Hear my squeezebox belch and bellow

And drowned in the marina, surfaced Jens and dear sweet Ina

And the Flying Dutchman sank from a hole in the cantina

Dieter, Dietmar, Christine, three Daniels, and Kirsten

A crew of metal swabbers was murdered and then robbered

And poor old Buckteeth Bannock had been stabbed while in his hammock

And Blake and Captains Schnicks and Morgan, robbed of all their organs

The Baklas, Captain Three Ell, had been sent off to a warm hell

So a whole damn pirates crew, had to bid the world adieu

Devil’s bellows, made in hell

It has the voice of hundred fellas

Hear my squeezebox belch and bellow

Every tune so bloody and mellow

Devil’s bellows, made in hell

It has the voice of hundred fellas

Hear my squeezebox belch and bellow

Every tune so bloody and mellow

Some said Davy Jones took walks along the docks

And at night a haunting melody echoed in our block

Devil’s bellows, made in hell

It has the voice of hundred fellas

Hear my squeezebox belch and bellow

Bodies littered every street, next they found Edith

And then they found Daniela and on top of her a fella

In the pub they call Spelunke, where I used to get so drunken

Someone poisoned all the cherry beer, there where bodies everywhere

In a pile next to the door lay stiff upon the floor

Eva, Emrich, Edith and Flink The Buccaneer

And herr Kohnke and herr Klatt, who had choked upon his hat

And Gerit and Guido, and Herb and there was Ingo

And grumpy guy, and Inge and Julia, and Jenny

Who was robbed of her last penny

Devil’s bellows, made in hell

It has the voice of hundred fellas

Hear my squeezebox belch and bellow

Every tune so bloody and mellow

Devil’s bellows, made in hell

It has the voice of hundred fellas

Hear my squeezebox belch and bellow

Every tune so bloody and mellow

I swooped from scene to scene like some black angel of death

And they all looked so serene as they drew their dying breath

Devil’s bellows, made in hell

It has the voice of hundred fellas

Hear my squeezebox belch and bellow

And in the Schwarzer Kater Inn, with a horrible grin

Hermann had died while sipping on his gin

And red haired little Jessy, she looked so bloody messy

Her teeth around her scattered and her face all bruised and battered

Then the saintly Bruter Rectus was nailed onto a cross

And Branco and Bärbel from a balcony was tossed

And in the house of Enderlin a fire would begin

That took the lives of Joerg Frau Meyer, Karin, Karo, Katherin

And Lars, and Lutz, and Lena, and alass they called Sabine

Devil’s bellows, made in hell

It has the voice of hundred fellas

Hear my squeezebox belch and bellow

Every tune so bloody and mellow

Devil’s bellows, made in hell

It has the voice of hundred fellas

Hear my squeezebox belch and bellow

Every tune so bloody and mellow

Every morning I woke exhausted in my bed

My hands all bloody red and this jungle in my head

Devil’s bellows, made in hell

It has the voice of hundred fellas

Hear my squeezebox belch and bellow

But when half the bill was paid, I was running out of time

So I grew even bolder as I schemed my grand design

At the town hall the next week, they invited the elite

For a ball they conjugated, so I climbed the roof and waited

Attending that cold night was Lux Homini

Mareike two Martins, and Orchestra Vroudenspil

Margret and Marius, Matze, Manfred, Michael

Michelle and Morgan Adams, Natasha, Pierre, Erasmus

Wolve, Robert, Sandra, Sally, Santi Scully

Frau Tepasse, Sigrid, Sille, Simon, and Simone

The famous sloppy sisters Snu, Stefan, Frau Khali, Susi, Syen

And Tanja, Tomas, Tom, Tobias Trude, Herr Kadnira and Valeria Strazzeri

As the guests all did arrive, a storm was building up

And fiery forks across the sky, lit the heavens up

And as the music started playing I came down on my prey

From the fancy chandelier, crystal shattered everywhere

Like a deadly ballerina, I swooped across floor

This was my grand arena, and I danced in blood and gore

With a razor and and a cleaver I moved like in a fever

To the flickering lightning of the thunderstorm so frightening

Then all went awful quiet, and silent like the grave

As I stood there on the dance floor, with the souls I had enslaved

The quota had been filled, with all the blood I’d split

Debt free but not guilt free, I had really paid the bill

Then the church bells started ringing, and all the windows cracked

And the Devil stood before me with me price upon his back

«Well done, lad» he told me, you’ve earned your new Brandoni

But there’s one more soul you owe me, so I’ll see you in a while

Devil’s bellows, made in hell

It has the voice of hundred fellas

Hear my squeezebox belch and bellow

Every tune so bloody and mellow

Devil’s bellows, made in hell

It has the voice of hundred fellas

Hear my squeezebox belch and bellow

Every tune so bloody and mellow

Now I spit fiery brimstone from the box upon me chest

With reeds of blackened iron and by the hundreds souls possessed

Devil’s bellows, made in hell

It has the voice of hundred fellas

Hear my squeezebox belch and bellow

Taken by his charm I’d signed the chart he put before me

And on the day I die, I sure know where I’m going

Devil’s bellows, made in hell

It has the voice of hundred fellas

Hear my squeezebox belch and bellow