voir Merde ! c'est pas de chance on n'a plus rien a boire Moi je pensais qu'a Recouvrance Ca fermait un peu plus tard Moi je pensais qu'a Recouvrance
Ready then! 1 mississipi, 2 mississipi, 3 mississipi, 4 mississipi....
For he's a hobble with a wobble at the gang raid Cover it with gas and set it on fire He's a hobble with a wobble at the gang raid Cover it with gas and
I can't take a breath because the air stinks and I can't take a step without listening to your fucking accent while you're saying words with 'R's misplaced
I pray for the worst to hear you bitch about the First real not when the needle hits Your high five's rolling into a fist "Oh, God! Turn the radio off
The wind blowes out; the bubble dies; The spring entomb'd in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the starre is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot Earth
(Instrumental)
[words & music by Don Anderson] As it snowed, the efforts of his toil gave in To a white, crystal veil that blankets the dead Just as well, sometimes
Traduction: Flou. L'agent de recouvrement.
Traduction: Kool Keith. Recouvrement (Skit).
: I can't take a breath because the air stinks and I can't take a step without listening to your fucking accent while you're saying words with 'R's misplaced
While the woods call my name frozen winds blows through my hair Eagles of Rome fly up high Are you ready to feel the power of this land Snow covers
The ice covered everything My friends got so threatening You know They shut the blinds Cut day from night But the beautiful day Came in with the maids
