abandonne Dans quel neant l'as-tu jete D'un amour a l'autre Que devient le notre L'amour que je t'ai confie Quel mauvais vent L'a emporte D'un amour a l
, parlez-nous de vous L'univers a besoin d'amour L'univers a besoin d'amour L'univers a besoin d'amour L'univers a besoin d'amour L'univers...
sie Everybody everywhere - it's a scandal, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah it's a S.C.A.N.D.A.L. emporend, ungehorend widerlich - die Stutzen der Gesellschaft
the policeman CHORUS Beat all the niggers Beat whoever you see Don't need a reason (We're) L.A.P.D. The city of L.A. feels like a prison With helicopters
L.E.D. L.O.V.E. What is this thing that is happening to me F.E.E.L.I.N.G. C.A.double L.E.D. L.O.V.E. What is this thing that is happening to me. Oh yeah
it, in 94 I'll kick the hit and if I was in front of Shakespear, battle a punk and take his shit. I'm not having it, bust a narrative and come to get
Roamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist Black women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess Let it be known, you can lean on KRS-One Like a
Geht es an die Wäsche, kennen sie dich nicht Everybody Everywhere-it's a scandal, Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah It's a S.C.A.N.D.A.L. Empörend, ungeh
be sad D.A.R.L.I.N.G. In this harbor of a room You'll find your anchor soon In the parting of our ways May it never happen, anyway In the highest blackened moon There'd
be afraid cos even when my head says this is all there is i believe there'll be another time L.A.B.A.T.Y.D. all our bodies three score years and ten i
of the dressing table And the world outside this room Has also assumed a familiar shape The same events shuffeled In a slightly different order each day Just like a
(Instrumental)
Everywhere is freaks and hairies Dykes and fairies Tell me where is sanity? Tax the rich Feed the poor Till there are no rich no more? I'd love to change
afraid cos even when my head says this is all there is i believe there'll be another time L.A.B.A.T.Y.D. all our bodiesthree score years and ten i
(A breathing machinery), injecting liquid madness (into my veins) In a torturing pain Damaging my mechanics with synthetic, corroding rains In chambers
L.A. comes in a can of mace Beat all the niggers Beat whoever you see Don't need a reason L.A.P.D. L.A.P.D. L.A.P.D.
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it never happen any way In the highest blackened moon there'd be more life in the right shade of our sighs, Death!, be gone! D.A.R.-L.I-N.G.-.. .. In that harbor of a
