Traduction: Joie de citron. Itaktak Mo.
Traduction: Joie de citron. Victimes de l'amour.
hype. So wussup Dash? I can't call ha Ike I guess they don't see Paul all they see is all the ice. Yellow everything lemon and sour jewels rich head to
to remind us Of all the sweetness that has passed through us (fresh sangria and lemon tea) The priests dressed children for a choir (white robed small voices praise him) But found no joy
is just a yellow lemon-tree I'm turning my head up and down I'm turning turning turning turning turning around And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon
just a yellow lemon-tree I'm turning my head up and down I'm turning turning turning turning turning around And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon
brain For they're safe inside the cover of a dirty face And everybody finds a college graduate with joy While I'm happy just sipping tonic water with lemon
Ten thousand plastic eyeballs float through space Why don't you listen when you see my face It's a grim prediction, but I told you so, and Everyone says
You went out, you turned west You went numb, you felt possessed You fell down, you blacked out You woke up to stare and shout You saw there a dark void
have knives, but we've been waiting all our lives. And wait until the day arrives we will. We don't pretend we're fighting crime. We see the world in lemon
You don't know if it's bread or toast. You can see it but it's bathed in Ambiguous Red Light. At what point does bread become toast? Should you hit the
So what if I'm down? Stuck in reverse. I look around... It could be worse. What can I do? Honestly, I've got nothing to offer at all. Why should I grieve
When did my room get a ceiling? I've never seen it before. That's what I get for devoting all of my time to the floor. Sit down, you walking disaster
Lock up your children. Lock up your pets as well. (Your pets as well.) It's time to panic, because something terrible is mad as Hell. So read the papers
There's a robot in my head There's a robot in my head It is screwing everything up I can't sit still, still I hear the servos whirring All night long
I feel knotted up today but in a most exquisite way like neckties or like macrame bowlines and Zeppelin bends if you were a theremin I wouldn't know where
Old Godzilla was hoppin' around Tokyo City like a big playground When suddenly Batman burst from the shade And hit Godzilla with a Bat Grenade Godzilla
it's Lemon Demon, oh, lemon out of hell it's Lemon Demon, oh, little yellow spawn of Lucifer it's Lemon Demon, oh, lemon out of hell it's Lemon Demon, oh, lemon
