Well, I watch you tangle every weekend It might start different but it ends up the same One minute you're casually speaking The next it all goes up and
On est la comme deux cons On est bien tous les deux C'est pas pour not' pognon Mais pour c'qu'y a dans nos yeux Que la foule se fige Et s'emerveille un
I still can picture him: his hands in his back pockets. He wasn't much for words, but when the wise kids made a racket he'd just have to go downtown,
Je cherche notre chemin Depuis des annees me semble-t-il Lorsque le vide et ses attraits T'ont insidieusement egare Le vent ne suit plus sa voie Et emmele
(D.Bowie) Skin dance back-a-the condo Skin heads getting to school Beating on Blacks with a baseball bat Racism back in rule White trash picking up
Every star has a twinkle Every palm has a wrinkle Every leaf comes from a tree I would agree So if everything is made up of two And the sky really needs
Now if you gaze up to the moon See she?s become as blood and soon The time is right: We gotta pave the way You gather silk to weave the net Entrap the
What happened to you Tell me what have you become I can't recognize your eyes Is the light gone? Have you traveled so far That you can't remember home
Yea, there is nothing I can do If you leave me here to cry Yea, there is nothing I can do If you leave me here to cry You know my love will follow you
There is nothing I can do As you leave me here to cry There is nothing I can do As you leave me here to cry You know my love will follow you As the years
Ah si j?avais des sous Je ferais des affaires Mais pour faire des affaires D?abord faut s?avoir les faires Et ensuite avoir des sous Et pour avoir des
"According To Plan" Hang on the falling edge of the reason Everyone is upside-down and inside-out Your bed is missing, the keys are gone. In a perfect
own subdued kept happy and blind unconsiously confined kept on your knees no one bites the hand that feeds in a state of conformity where we value commodities
I'm still here under the moon [2x] [Violent J] I was just a child but you seemed like so much more The way you would approach me and drift across the
Well I don't want no demon to tell me what it's all about No black magician telling me to get my soul out Don't believe in violence, I don't even believe
[Music & Lyrics: Jonne Jarvela] When all around is burning, You are the flame, you are the sun You'll burn your way to a secret place To a place where
Under my thumb a girl who has just changed her ways It's down to me, me the way she does just what she's told down to me, the change has come she's under
C'est quoi l'reve au bloc : reunion d'potes Des tas d'histoires qui choquent, En tout cas chacun papote Sur le banc, on s'voit sur scene avec le mike
