I'm dead, I'm crucified with christ Not on my in my head, I die to self with His strength You can hear the words I said I sacrafice myself, His peace
'nu j'ai fait peur au rap un MC's m'invite en featuring il met d'la mort-au-rats ils veulent me dead pour eux c'est dead les MC's decedent et moi jamais
'on est des betes de scene Et qu'on travaille sans cesse, sept sur (sept) Sept. MC s'etait dit de cass dedi nos mamans, nos daddy, Helas KLR est dead
t'es toujours celib' tu travail pas t'a que du temps libre jcroi qui recrute chez velib pouvoir t'pointer a l'interime TROUVE UN JOB !!!!! Oue trouve un travail
eee(2 fois) Qui t'a dit que l'on ne pourras jamais reussir a ne plus rever les yeux ferme Qui t'a dit que s'etaie dead,qui fallait lacher l'affaire
behind locked doors There's a dead cat in a box On the ground beside me Is it a metaphor of my flesh In this house of ill repute Or is it just a dead
I'm the dead body creepin' through the streets on the East side Took about 3 shots, victim of a homicide Do a drive by in a second Leave ya all bloody
If your machine might slip a gear Push this button to help it clear Your time card says that your name's Joe But we'll call you 6-3-0 I'm working at
Take this job and shove it I ain?t working here no more I will not get all the pieces I?ve been working for Paper cups, minimum wage Just walk on out
On my TV screen Every Labor Day Fuckin' Jerry Lewis Make him go away Make him go away Make him go away He's fucked up my Labor Day Make him go away One
In the dissection of flesh and the sawing of bone, I've coaxed confessions from the lips of the dead, Postmortem scrutiny that has clinically shone, The
Crossing the line of demarcation They took a passage to the west Dead reckoning they doubled back Into the north they anchored for bad weather San martin
The morning has come with the dawn of the sun, and the masses arise to the day. They meet their despair in pointless travail, lost in the eyes of the
I need no words I am a face rid of features Curse this heedless folly Am I nothing? A plaintive breath, a moment's vision Curse this dead... And words
Take this job and shove it I ain't working here no more I will not get all the pieces I've been working for Paper cups, minimum wage Just walk on out
If your machine might slip a gear Push this button to help it clear Your time card says your name's Joe But we'll call you 6-3-0 [Chorus] I'm working
that's success you're after you should think again, Because the only thing you'll gain is your early death. Look at you, look at us, look out for/ Dead
