prendre des risques ? tu veux faire du cash Faire dans l'illicite, avoir de grosses liasses Mais pour faire des millions c'est d'plus en plus dur Salade
des risques ? tu veux faire du cash Faire dans l'illicite, avoir de grosses liasses Mais pour faire des millions c'est de plus en plus dur Salade tomates
have a plant that grows out in the woods and the fields, and it looks something like a turnip green. Everybody calls it Polk salad. Now that's Polk salad
: (Brooker / Reid) You come to me at midnight and say, 'It's dark in here.' You know you robbed me of my sight, and light is what I fear I tell you
I'm talking about Down there we have a plant that grows Out in the woods and the fields Looks somethin' like a turnip green Everybody calls it Polk salad, Polk salad
Think of salad days They were folly and fun They were good, they were young
You come to me at midnight and say, 'It's dark in here.' You know you robbed me of my sight, and light is what I fear I tell you that I can not see
(brooker / reid) You come to me at midnight and say, 'it's dark in here.' You know you robbed me of my sight, and light is what I fear I tell you that
me back White corpses turn to black I run on psychic gasoline, my fuel shall burn you all Chorus: Word Salad, no ballad Word Salad, no ballad Diabolic
Instrumental
Oh, I just found out, I've been tripping on the shadows of my doubts If you backed them up, the way we're taught to hide A rage that's ripping at me from
I remember, kneeling before Parts on the floor Of the radio I took apart to find Elvis But he'd left this building And I can't deny Since then I've wondered
The Kansas sun, behind I left everyone There was no getting over, no place to hide With a future as open wide As the shirt on Travolta in 'Staying Alive
well, cindy oleo - the margarine girl she says to me, "i don't like boys" i tell her i don't like them either, she tells me i don't understand so i stand
I said there's something in the way you move That makes me think that I'm in love with you There's something in the way you move That makes me think I
She lost herself when the meds kicked in Staring at a chair where her folks had been All she wanted to tell them was 'I'm alright' It's late and a stillness
You and I in a little toy shop I'll buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got Set them free at the break of dawn Till one by one they were gone Back
down and out when i used to walk the same way home from school and i hoped i'd see her and then when i didn't i was crushed like the bully stole my lunch
