Lyrics:
Song Brass

bras Viens te perdre dans mes bras, Et surtout ne pense plus a rien, Quand tu te reveilleras, Le passe sera deja bien loin, Viens te perdre dans mes bras

: I've got the gloves dropped swinging at you had the brass knuckles. The guy that stereotyped that was kinda like a fly. Then when you quit, you be

: Un jour, c'est sur, on oubliera Qu'y avait des banquises et le froid Des oursons blancs dans nos bras Un jour, y aura que toi et nous Pour prier le

film de Ken Loach Comme un libraire barbu Dans une commune de gauche Un caniche nain en rut Dans un betisier France 3 Putain ! J' suis bien dans tes bras

You like a dozen wine red roses Candlelight on porcelain set tables and that's fine Well, I'll go out of my way for you anytime That's right baby The

girl-boy killa, no team illa The Fam-o, ammo, is every channel We been hot for a long time burnin' like a candle What you can do is check your distribution My songs

Cryptic Corporation presents "God in Three Persons" Written, produced and peformed by the Residents With guest vocals by song stylist Laurie Amat Brass

on Actually I get hummed on hos tongues be on my dong-dong Gevity, long and at night and in the morn Lunatic five strong king kong's are writin' songs

because the world is so big So maybe we should sing a song For all the children that Santa didn't visit Bless the child who has no tin soldier No brass