la haine/ fin programmee nervis casques d'etincelles rottweilers devant les maternelles bannieres desetoilees / cameras et dentelles/ dans l'oeil des rats squattant les
un misereux chacal errant au bord d'un blues tordu j'ai connu trop d'ames interlopes de filles au c?ur de janjaweed qui quittent les egouts pour fumer leur clope avec des rats
acheve les etoiles pelent le jour se leve ta mere vele & ton reve amer commence en transe & sans treve en enfer car tu sais qu'on acheve les nouveaux-nes les
: Oh ! Tot ce matin les yeux dans mes Ray-Ban Apres que j'eus decroche les groupies et les fans Colles aux electrons de ma cloture haute-tension Joyeux
avec la gueule en moins Et sont comme les joueurs courant decapites Ramasser leurs jetons chez les dealers du coin Les dingues et les paumes s'arrachent
: {Refrain:} Ca vaut mieux que d'attraper la scarlatine Ca vaut mieux que d'avaler d'la mort aux rats Ca vaut mieux que de sucer d'la naphtaline Ca vaut
Et les grands ours Les riens , les purs Les...enfin tous Un seul probleme Tu m'aimes ? Les rois, les chiens Les clairs obscurs Les collegiens Les vieilles teintures Les
longer there Fall down to my knees Begin my nightmare Words spill from my drunken mouth I just can't keep them all in I keep up with the racing rats
Voy cambiandome de piel sintiendo la metamorfosis Voy rastreando el camaleon siguiendo su cinismo interno Voy contigo a dominar las leyes que no son la
Im a loaded gun, bang bang Terrible hang man In a false position, Incredible jam jam Serious in fight, fight Swagger to the wild side Give a wink, pay
Sailor Sally was her name Workin for the Pub-Marine Fish and chips and gasoline smelled on her ginger hair On high heels, so stumblin? Crooned a song
Far on the highlands A thousand graves can tell you How blood and sorrow Can be truly value The ghost of our proud heroes Whispers ?bout the past It
Across the silver river Over the delphs and hills To see the sun is shining bright Above the greenest fields I look for the maker of Eire Who makes the
We ran outta beer, rum kept us alive Killed all the english, did not fear to fight Now we have to come, hurry, hurry home To fill up the portion, that
There was a time when I was so high I was in the war for my country and fight I had a child and a beutiful wife But my whole fucking life have changed
One Friday night I was strolling out To get me outta here Go to the pub just for a black stuff But it ended up with ten beer Coz a lady came and she start
Your state isn't safe and niether is me We're the rats of experiment Suburban laboratore We're the mice without legs Tagged at birth Laboratory rats
Havahej another me born to serve To plague and moan So many years my seed condemned No free to soar!!! Will is yours? So, creator No intend could shadow