Heating the freezing room I leave the world behind me, so icy You muted love without a warning Now all I hear are distant words of our past Heating the
Reves sixties Comme une bulle de chewing-gum rose Reves sixties Cliche souvenir je prends la pose Je remonte Kennedy Boulevard Sur des musiques en blue et noir Je remonte Kennedy
Nique les clopes les drogues les profs l?ecole Nique le Scenique qui fait sa ronde dans mon block Nique la FAC Nique la BAC C?est Kennedy si tu kiffe
She's swimming in it. This has become a nightly dip... diving ever deeper. Like her answers at the bottom with the ice. Who'll pay the price? Let's roll
Hey Monsieur Kennedy Hey vous Monsieur Gandhi Entendez-vous ce qui se passe ici Hey Monsieur Kennedy Hey vous Monsieur Gandhi Que pensez-vous du monde
All alone I wonder why you're helpless A brain in a room On the phone for hours about nothing A brain in a room Door is open while you undress A brain
Junkie, junkie, junkie, junkie My cocaine junkie O.D. My cocaine junkie O.D. Don't you know my junkie; he's riding for free My cocaine junkie O.D. My
I spent some time with myself But my head was on fire because my picture is on your shelf You always told me that I would be strong But we get so high
I don't need no nine mil glock These hands are deadly guns From smokin, drinkin, bein a thug I sip hypnotyq from a coffee mug I keep a healthy state of
I don't want to go I don't know Where everybody goes They pat each other on the back They wear their beards unkept with the mesh baseball hats I'm caught
An old black injun drank all the booze And he rode off with my mom and they got tattoos Then they cursed the house with a broken bat The milk and butter
The network is down again And the system administrator is out Dreaming of a utilitarian cafeteria He sets the trends eating cake with all his friends
Nobody loves you like your mama loves you But who's lovin your mama? i am Mama mama i got more than money on my mind I've got off shore oil and real
Wake up Wake up Wake up, motherfucker Wake up I see your face when I close my eyes I hear your words and I realize I wake up Now I'm walking right beside
I've got a polaroid picture of you And there is really nothing more that I want to do Until I'm through What can I do with you? I'm not running out of
I'm gonna say what I want you to know And you can't let it go I've whittled my eyeballs down to the floor When my head says it's time to move on My heart
I'm depleting brain cells every day Eating turkey pot pies off of TV trays My black fingernail ain't a good thing I've got twelve long steps to sobriety
