Paroles: Hocus Pocus. Signes Des Temps.

Il reve d?avoir un toit, d?avoir un chez soi,
Et meme avec un taf, il n?a pas de quoi.
Une location coute un bras, les banques de l?Etat ne l?calculent pas,
Ca lui laisse peu de choix, il est sponsorise par Quechua.

She never liked her mother Young with an older brother
Ain?t spoken since one of his boys found naked pictures of her.
Undercover in sets and what lies beneath
Isn?t love, it?s the artificial company she keeps.

We saw him walk across the moon,
With a hand full of stars.
We felt the loss in June
And knew the man had many scars
From how we hung him in our rooms,
Now we tare him of the wall
And shed a tear for the King who
Held a mirror to us all.

It?s a sign of the Ages?

18 and life to go, family life comfortable,
Grew up a scholar, a common to make the honor roll
Good life a little slow, he went out of the dough,
Then did a job but it robbed him freedom though.

Torn from our mother,
Burdened by forefathers,
Burning the same cross,
They learned had bore Martyrs.
We heard it before, charters,
The words of Magna Carta.
The heart of a city froze
For those who had it harder.

Il a le regard vide, le neant dans la tete,
Et pour seule famille son AK-47,
Une machette, sur les mains le sang de ses ancetres,
Un uniforme trop grand pour ses 130 cm.

Refrain

She?s got a Nip Tuck lips puckered up,
Here?s a spit cup,
Snip cut stitching you up,
All for a lift up.
Pin back chin all waxed
Now there?s no syntax
It?s all Botox.

She wanna be a star, face on the television,
She ain?t making the band, survivor is holding auditions.
Donald needs an apprentice, Flavor just must choose her,
Glutton for little fame, you need a diet biggest loser.

Elle est loin l?epoque de ton premier Amiga ;
Aujourd?hui, ta culture musicale se compte en giga.
Repose en paix, le CD est decede.
T?inquiete ! J?dedicacerai ta clef USB.

(Grazie a Melissa per questo testo)