: De la creche au placard, g trop roule ma bille J'te baise batard, viens nous sucer la bite Procureurs juges et flics m'f'ront pas changer d'avis
: It used to be a sweet sensation No price too high for love Now I pay for this bitter taste And the price is not enough Such cruel sport for your kicks
: Your pussys glued to a building on fire I paint my mind just cuz I'm alive If you see me roaming the hillside Won't you come along? You paint your
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: Behind, the laundromat We skate, a makeshift ramp Your mom, makes us a snack I'm gone, but I'll be back (Chorus) Buildings, surrounding me, surrounding
: The buildings aren't going anywhere But don't they look lonely from here Street lit twin domes Long time no see And God you look better now Just my
We walk upstairs, we walk upstairs Everything is wonderful down in South Africa Lorraine has sinus after all Buried alive Hate Buried alive Hate Stop
I know she's in the building I can feel it in my guts Somewhere within these four walls is the woman that I love The sweetest wild adventure hangs
I set my shoulder to a brand new groove Building the city of light Something wonderful on the move Building the city of light I'm laying roots, planting
Your pussy's glued to a building on fire I paint my mind just 'cuz I'm alive If you see me roaming the hillside Won't you come along? You paint your
My life is a sentence that carries no pardon, I can't put you out of my misery now. So stunned by the beauty of this madhouse garden - I've taken my chances
(Lyrics: G.Thorpe, C.Albert // Music: M.McGee, G.Thorpe) Lock the door - throw away the key Shut them out of reality Made the twisted more insane Locked
She looks like an actress who's late for an audition Is she Catholic or Jewish or the Devil? Half-Catholic, half-Jewish or the Devil And I'd like to
Traditional (Chorus) I'm working on a building, I'm working on a building, I'm working on a building for my Lord, for my Lord! It's a Holy Ghost building
He was a husband who drove his wife home Drunk from the parties He was a husband who drove his wife home And in the car he would lean her head gently
Yeah, yes, yes Have I told ya, have I told ya, have I told ya, have I told ya You could really get it on? You could really get it on? Have I told ya,
As long as you're gone I can't apologize For all the things that I haven't said and done And 100 miles is a long drive inside a car 200 is a long drive
You're standin' by the grey ice water Out in the wind above the ground, out in the weather You had yourself a crazy lover Becomin' frozen, trying hard