les gens du voisinage S'amusant a les mordre, on y accusait les chiens Tagada, tagada, voila les Dalton Tagada, tagada, voila les Dalton C'etaient les
les gens du voisinage S'amusant a les mordre, puis accusaient les chiens. Tagada, tagada, voila les Dalton Tagada, tagada, voila les Dalton C'etaient les Dalton
les gens du voisinage S'amusant a les mordre, puis accusaient les chiens. Tagada, tagada, voila les Dalton Tagada, tagada, voila les Dalton C'etaient les
Lively up yourself and don't be no drag Lively up yourself, 'cause this is the other bag Hey, lively up yourself and don't be no drag You lively up yourself
Sailing silver waves, through the skies and round your eyes and in the, pockets of the tide a meeting place by night. Sequin ocvered swans, that are
piano forte Beaucoup plus forte que piano Le concert demarre a dix heures Et me devaste les tympans Metronome accelerateur Les doigts qui courent Chopin clopant Qui sont-ils Les
Well it's up to you what you really want to do - take time - to find a way Focus on your vision you're on a secret mission Ignore what the masses say
Want to fuck off, drop out Never trust a fuckin' hippie For that matter don't trust anyone Quit school, don't work Livin' up the music you punk If I
Martian men are coming to earth they're abducting all of the jerks, Martian men are coming to earth Martian men, don't take me Pods are landing from
Brilliant, a word describing something dumb You create to desecrate the villain I've become A prophet, not to be made but heard Speaks in tongues and
Do you want to get high? (YEAH ! ....) Artist: Cypress Hill Album: Rise Up Title: Pass The Dutch Edited by: Buck (Put it in the air...) Pass the joint
Man there's so much stuff up here A quarter pound of lean ideas Half a pound of dirty jokes One pound of non-essential quotes It's where the dreamin'
to face another showdown? The lawmen cleared the people from the street All you blood thirsty bystanders Will you try to find your seat.. Watchin' em doolin' Doolin Daltons
They were duelin', Doolin-Dalton High or low, it was the same Easy money and faithless women Red-eye whiskey for the pain Go down, Bill Dalton, it must
I put a wager on uncertainty It's funny when you wager how you feel I hit the breaking point Then broke on through I'm never certain when it comes
