Turkish Delights of the Devil Songtext
von The Eighties Matchbox B‐Line Disaster

Turkish Delights Of The Devil:
Somebody shoot me up, shoot, shoot, shoot me up
Somebody don′t shoot me up, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Somebody shoot me up, shoot, shoot,
Somebody, somebody, shoot, shoot

All my friends think I am lazy, all your friends think I'm the devil
All my friends think I am lazy, your old dear thinks I′m the devil

Don't listen to me, don't listen to me
Don′t listen to me, don′t listen to me

I want to feed them to the people, feed the people to the evil


Edmonds friends, thought he was clever
Through the wardrobe into evil
Turkish delights of the devil, Turkish delights of the devil

Don't listen to me, don′t listen to me
Don't listen to me, don′t listen to me

I want to feed them to the people, feed the people to the evil

Somebody shoot me up, somebody shoot me up, shoot, shoot, shoot me up
Somebody shoot me up, somebody shoot me up, wow, shoot, shoot, shoot me up
Somebody shoot me up, somebody shoot me up, shoot, shoot, shoot me up
Somebody, somebody, shoot, shoot, shoot me up

All my friends think I am lazy, all my friends think I'm the devil
All my friends think I am lazy, all my friends think I′m the devil

Edmonds friends, thought you were clever
Through the wardrobe into evil
Turkish delights of the devil, Turkish delights of the devil