Le commissaire veut se mover Il fume des gros join en dansant dans son bureau Il est pete au JB Defonce en sueur, sa femme l'appel et lui dit Sa fille
Monsieur le commissaire principal de police De la ville de Saint Symphorien les Ecrevisses en France Monsieur le principal commissaire de la ville De
Refrain: Fuck the police sauf papa bien sur-le fils du commissaire(*4) couplet1: J'ai vu l'echographie du fils du commissaire et sache que deja tout
bavure je le jure en plus tres vite ils l'oublient ils veulent de l'ordre jeune mais c'est un ordre impie certains veulent faire une belle carriere finir peut-etre commissaire
Lyrics: FALCO, Music: Robert Ponger; Published by P.S.-Music/Edition Falkenhorst Check it out Joe, ha ! Two, three, four - eins, zwei drei - na, es
the stand, lie for it Blow trial, get up in the chair and fry for it Never tellin' or snitchin', rather swim with the fish'n Mothafucka respect it, the commission
Zwei drei vier, one two three, it's easy to see But it's not that I don't care so 'Cause I hear it all the time But they never let you know On the T.V
The lynch mob (?) from the infinite hole as judged (?) (?) to crucify venus in cinemascope the narcotic preachers are happy high priest the mesmorous
If I could take away your sorrow I would cast it to the wind If I could say it's okay You would never cry again If I could wave my hand, I'd take away
It's been a long time coming but a change is gonna come When the dark clouds pass away, feel the warmness of the sun I know that You love me, oh yeah,
I see your ups and downs Your in and outs, your round and rounds I know how you feel It ain't time to be giving up, though you feel you've had enough