Papa m'envoie querir cent sous de mortadelle. Empochant la monnaie, moi je file au bordel. "Ou vas-tu mon garcon de cette' allur' fougueuse ?" Me lance
It seems that most of the songs that you hear these days on the radio played by the disc-jockeys, apart from rock-n-roll and other childrens' records,
Curse myself down, decree of perfection. A slave to mirror ugly stares. Awaste of scars rather to torment. Evil equals needle, so I shut my eyes again
I'm the king's thirty second son Born to him in thirty seconds time Born to him the night still young Born to him with two eyebrows on And that's all
I need somebody, won't you help me? I need somebody, won't you tell me who I am? I've been livin' a lie so long it seems I've lived a life time If you
I'm the king's thirty-second son Born to him a thirty-second time Born to him with my hair still on Born to him with two eyebrows on And that's all
I need somebody won't u help me I need somebody won't you tell me who I am I need somebody please please help me I need somebody u must tell me who I
Translation: Bleeding Through. Oedipus Complex.
Translation: Two-Def. Oedipus Rex.
Translation: Kid Rock. My Oedipus Complex.
Translation: Tom Lehrer. Oedipus Rex.
Translation: Spektor, Regina. Oedipus.