P38 sur l'bureau Tolerance 0 Au palais d'justice Mais qui est l'chef d'orchestre? Avocats, juges et magistrats Au 36 quai des orfevres Ouais, l'outrage bande
. Zwei Gitarren, Drums und dazu ein fetter Bass, Ja man sieht unsre Fans wie sie springen, alles geben wie sie mit ihrer Band, schrein, sich bewegen.
finally could "Say Goodbye to Hollywood" Cuz Proof and Shyne man shit nothin' in common The nastiest band with gas in each hand We never bow down to be a flash
? There's a wicked wind still blowin' on that upper deck, There's an iron cross still hanging down from around her neck. There's a marchin' band still
the session band Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan For the Soul Singer in the session band
made, they vanished unseen Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades hustling for the record machine The hungry and the hunted explode into rock'n'roll bands
Bimbo's scorn Circus town's been born. And a press roll drummer go, ballerina to-and-fro cartwheelin' up on that tightrope, With a cannon blast, lightin' flash
front you gone get it, OK now maybe I said it Cause I want you to triddy, yeah I be on that shitty You should see when I'm stunting, I flash the stones
J'ai roule 400 milles Sous un ciel fache Aux limites de la ville Mon coeur a clanche Les gros flashes apparaissent Dans mon ame egaree Les fantomes se
lights, strange city, mad music all around Midnight street magic (ah) crazy people crazy sound Ah ah Ooh ooh Jack Flash, rocket man, Sergeant Pepper and the band
city, mad music all around Midnight street magic (ah) crazy people crazy sound Ah ah Ooh ooh Jack Flash, rocket man, Sergeant Pepper and the band
my door He left at dawn and as I slept, I felt him go {Loop of Erik Satie, as in Pet Shop Boys' Jack The Lad} New York, New York, temperature's droppin' The band
singin' I am The Man By popular demand The little skinhead with the tattooed face Shows me a moment of style and grace The old hippie with the tie-dye headband Flashes
Et au reveil j'ai compris Elucide le stermy Rien ne sert de s'asservir A point il faut courir [Chorus] Trace Mets tes pumps, cours comme Forrest Gump Trace Comme Flash
-Saxon with a broken accent But rapper?s from Fulham get a strange reaction So I said bye to rap, saw the issue at hand Some guitar lessons later, formed my own band
left at dawn and as I slept, I felt him go {Loop of Erik Satie, as in Pet Shop Boys' Jack The Lad} Maxi Jazz: New York, New York, temperature's droppin' The band