1. |
Who is she?
03:01
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Oh, who is she?
A misty memory
A haunting face
Is she a lost embrace?
Am I in love with just a theme?
Or is Ayesha just a dream?
A mystery
Oh, who is she?
Oh, who is she?
A misty memory
A haunting face
Is she a lost embrace?
I call her name
Across an endless plain
She'll answer me
Wherever she may be
Oh, who is she?
A misty memory
A haunting face
Is she a lost embrace?
Somewhere across the sea of time
A love immortal such as mine
Will come to me
Eternally
Immortal she
Return to me
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2. |
Il tua son petit frère
03:50
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Il tua son petit frère,
Il n'avait jamais vu la mer
Et il créchait dans un taudis
Parmis les rats et les souris
Il étrangla son proprio
Et se laissa tomber de haut
Mais ce n'était qu'un p'tit bâtard,
Fabriqué comme une oeuvre d'art
S'était une saloperie ambulante
Qui en avait marre de cette vie chiante
Les gens disaient qu'il était fou
Car tous les soirs il rentrait saoul...
Quand il pointait au chômage
Il avait le coeur plein de rage
Et il cherchait dans les poubelles
Le destin d'une vie plus belle
Son désir était d's'enculer,
Lui-même sans rien et sans personne
Il voulait être hermaphrodite,
Il fut bouffé par les moustiques.
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3. |
No kods
01:12
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I'm going old,
you're going old
We're growing old,
he's going older
He won't need no working anymore
He's lying dead, he's lying dead
He won't need no loving anymore
He's lying dead, he's lying dead
He will get some flowers tomorrow
He's lying dead, he's lying dead
He will go to church tomorrow
He's lying dead, he's lying dead
Mistake of nature, mistake of life
No God, no God, fuck fuck you
I just shot a bullet into your head
You're going to be dead
Like John Lennon
you're better-off dead
you're going to be dead
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4. |
Panik
02:20
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Explose, électrique!
Mutant, mécanique!
Tu agresses la ville
Tu violes, tu détruis!
Panik (Métal)
Panik, ANARCHIE!
Tu vides tes poches
Balances ta vie
Tu vis tu vas vivre
Meurs le pouvoir
Panik (Pouvoir)
Panik, ANARCHIE!
Tu braques le président
Explose sa gueule
Rouge rouge rouge et noir
Poupée dégonflée
Panik (Meurtre)
Panik, ANARCHIE!
Allume la télé
Fabrique les images
Action acteur c'est toi
Média subversion
Panik (Télé)
Panik, ANARCHIE!
Etat nation
République fasciste
Crève flic
Panique aujourd'hui
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5. |
Flowers
01:44
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When I walk the street I like it clean
So clean
Too many filth aroung my block
They pass right trough me
Don't need no broom, no maid, no head
My slippers dust the floor
I found my bathrobe in a dump
And cleansed it with my soul
There's a few stain down on your shirt
Get out you, fucking pig
Get out, you fucking pig
Get out
Get out you fucking pig
I see the flowers you dream of there's nothing inside
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6. |
Lola
03:52
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She lives alone
Lola
But every night she goes down
To the Chinese where
She works very hard there
Sipping her cocktails
Expenses paid
Lola
She is performing
For a cause
Her glances faking
A deep fascination
She wants information
She goes upstairs
Lola
Clinging on to
Another man
She lays him down, down
Almond eyes on fire
Seducing his mind
Behind the smoke and
Screens, ah
Lola is a
Private eye
She well disguises
Her lingering actions
No one suspecting
At the Chinese
Lola
Killed all those
Who did her wrong
Her soul is blazing
With blood thirsty craving
No one objecting
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7. |
Tattooed man
05:23
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There's a man lying down in a grave somewhere
With the same tattoos as me
And I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him
There's a man lying down in a bed somewhere
With a different set of sex aspects
And I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, my eyes
This is me here now, pining like a dog
Whining like a dog in a thick harbour fog
Waiting for a ship that will make him sick
And when the ship comes, big trouble, his trouble will begin
And there's a man lying down with a blade somewhere
With the same taboos as me
And I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him
There's a man lying down in a bed somewhere
With a different set of sex aspects
And I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, my eyes
This is the dark age of love, this is the dark age of love
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8. |
You don't believe me
03:48
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You don't believe me when i say to you
You home will burn
You'll burn
What's holding you
You don't believe me when i say to you
That in front of the door they're asking for you
Asking for you
Behind the door is the freedom you seek
The release of your heart and all the joy's you need
All you need
Walking out of the door is the begining of life
Don't waste any time anymore
Anymore
Don't battle yourself
Don't be this craven fool
Who don't know what to do
Who can't decide what to do
Go out of this house
With selfdeception
Abjectly bent
You don't want to believe
Are you afraid of death
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9. |
In heaven
03:13
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In Heaven
Everything is fine
You got your good thing
In Heaven
Everything is fine
You got your good thing
And you've got mine
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10. |
Terri Piss
02:08
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When I was an alien
Cultures weren't opinions
Gotta find a way, find a way, when I'm there
Gotta find a way, a better way, I'd better wait
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11. |
Le boucher & la merde
02:45
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I'm the fucking deathdealer
I'm the butcher of the world
Rise up and I'll cut you down
Rise up and I'll cut you
I'm the fucking deathdealer
I'm the butcher of the world
If you don't fear me yet, you will
If you don't fear me yet
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12. |
Jesu's blood
16:18
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Jesus' blood never failed me yet
Never failed me yet
Jesus' blood never failed me yet
That's one thing I know
For he loves me so
about
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