l?on nous cache Et le mal que l?on s?arrache Devenir un ange en Eden Et se couper les veines Le dessin est macabre Je reste de marbre Les souvenirs
[Black Thought] From the Tunnels in the wee hours of the black morning From The Roots sprout the Foreign Objects family tree This is mad abstract All
I was a rebel from the day i left school Grew my hair long and broke all the rules I'd sit and listen to my records all day With big ambitions of where
I got hair in my ears I got hair in my nose I got hair on my back And between my toes When the time comes & my hairwash is due I'm gonna use one
child prostitution, sex-holidays, state turns a blind eye sick rich bastards, want kids to abuse, which have no say a fuck for a buck, a buck for food
I'm an angel with broken wings Who's poisoning the night With love, from me to you I'm having an episode Do you want a small bit part I think you might
You keep tugging on my shirt, just to pull me closer. One single step at a time. Your skin against mine. I can just feel you wondering. Fit to be tied
would it be better if i slit my throat take my neck, choke and choke would it be better if i never spoke stepped on stage and sang a single note i left
I spotted the glow over the mountain, tonight My turn to turn in just when the weather's getting nice I predict: i die in a plane crash I see it now,
[Patient:] For so long i trailed you Now here i am, but i can't stand With these Jellybones Checked myself into emergency, urgently. Drove up in my
I dove into that freezing sea With the parasite attached to me I had hoped the salt below Would divorce what was wed above But league after league It
When we climbed to the peak, we planted a flag But the moment we had, I felt bad And then night came, so we got into our sleeping bags And then someone
Tuff ghost, tuff crowd, tuff love Sit down [X3] [X2] Say something now [X2] The tuff ghost disappears for 3 days The tuff ghost is set in his ways I
Clap your hands if you want some Clap your hands if you need some Clap your hands if you can't wait
[CHILD STAR] Is there a photo of me on your wall in short short-shorts Or zipped down jeans? Do you look up at night and wish you were me, under the stage
Say....let's get known If we keep it up, we'll show the haters It's gonna be soon not later Hey! let's get known! If we work real hard, we can buy some
I woke up thirsty on an island in the sea I woke up hungry with hungry cougars surrounding me I hit the soft spot on the soft spot on my head It made
Tell me about your love affairs Tell me about your moral resignation Oh, uh-oh, oh oh oh oh Uh-oh, uh-oh Tell me about your love affairs I want to know