LyRiCS

PiCK THe WeaK

It’s a thing that you’ve read about

And don’t believe it when it lands

It has the wings of a butterfly

And the motor of a fan

Long nose, plump eyes,

Don’t look at it from above

Bad breath, right size

Oh yes it fits like a glove

It’s as if you were lying

But everybody thinks it’s grand

You’ll never give back the money

But they will surely understand

Help me, it’s fine,

Give me a piece of your hand

Don’t talk, just stand

Invest it all in the land

I was told you knew dancing

But you remind me of my aunt

Shouldn’t you do more freezing

You do a mean realistic plant

Bad knees, weak mind

I feel i’ve left you behind

Cool ties, cool sleeves

I look at you and go blind

I’m still looking for glasses

That let me see the things to come

But they always seem empty

So i’m relying on the rhum

Good days, good nights

I caught a glimpse of the sight

X-rays, delights

Let’s all get into a fight

You were looking

At my picture

And when I looked back

You looked away

I was dancing

In the kitchen

And when you came back

I looked away

You were looking

For my kindness

And when you found it

It flew away

We were asking

For an answer

And when you gave it

We looked away

We look away, we look away,...

We are listening

We’re trying to learn

But then you come in

We drift away

They were happy

They were funny

They said nothing

They passed away

Give us space for

Our hungry minds

Don’t even come by

Be out the way

It’s not easy

We’re not sorry

You’re the problem

We step away

Looked away

Flew away

Ran away

Found a way

Passed away

There’s a building

It looks empty

We hear noises

We run away

You said you could

repair the roof

But you were lying

We found a way

T’wasn’t working

It was a ruin

We kept trying

We found a way

It’s interesting

It hurts a bit

We could live here

We look away

How come

They’re moving

And we’re not?

It’s only fair

That we share

Oh come on, just this time

Let me drive in the cycle lane

Get out the way you selfish selfish scum

Don’t be surprised if you get hit

You piece of shit

We found you in a ditch

Repare patch in a hand

And glue in the other

Splinters in the eyes

We covered you up

With little smelly pines

To hide your smell

And green it suits you well

It isn’t all that bad

It’s all getting better

Cause everyone’s concerned

And change is being heard

No estan malo

Todo esta mejorando

Todos estan preocupado

Y el cambio se esta escuchanto

Tell us more

About the building

About the floor

About the ceiling

There’s a rod

In my head

Don’t ever touch

Or i’ll be dead

Close the door

Forget the bleeding

Forget the sore

Forget the meaning

There’s a clog

And it’s red

It feels rough

Just take your meds

Many of them they were made to fit all of us

But us we must have changed cause nothing it is right

The measures they are quite precise and the light

It often comes in useful at night

There’s a rod

In my head

Don’t ever touch

Or i’ll be dead

Bedroom counter, kitchen doctor, legroom dispenser kept in touch and sent us a

headache meter, tumor laser left us this deep long.

Letter says you’d better get a grip

Better hold on this in case you trip

I hope you just don’t mess up the stitch

We shall all be fine if you don’t shake

Ç a v a m a m a n ? O u i , ç a v a o u i . A s s i e d s - t o i . E t t o i ,

ç a v a M i c h e l ? Ç a v a a l l e r , a r r ê t e . Ç a v a a l l e r ?

O u a i s . Ç a v a ? Ç a v a ? T u b o i s t o n c a f é ? Ç a v a

a l l e r ? C ’ e s t b i e n . Ç a v a a l l e r ? O u a i s ! T u b o i s t o n

c a f é ? Ç a v a ? … r ’ m o n t e ç a ! I l a v a l e l e s c h e w i n g

g u m s , i l a v a l e l e s c h e w i n g g u m s , i l a v a l e l e s

chewing-gums.

High up on the mountain

Low down in the valley

Like being in heaven

Everyone is jolly

They learn how to swim

They hope to make money

Their doctor says it’s fine

He’s not being silly

They learn to build a fire

They learn to breathe smoke

They learn to find water

They hope it’s not a stroke

Landscapes

Pastures

Sunsets

Colors

It is a shame

That everything

We try to do

Is compromised

Because of things

We’re scared to try

But then it shows

A simple sigh

Can last...

...last until a longer sigh

Occurs and pulls us in its wake

But it is obvious

Although the shore

Is out of sight

There must be limits to this lake

It’s like we really need

A superpowered magnet

And oversized cables

To help us in the searching

And saving of our souls

We’d love to give you the levers

And heavy stuff to pull

But we are dreading the answers

The lake is getting smaller like a pool

It could give a clue

On who you are now

On how you don’t think

On how you won’t die

But we were told

To watch it all

Until it broke

Until the fall

Landscapes

Pastures

Sunsets

Colors

Callipers on the floor

Sinisters in the ball

Laying tiles

Rincing off labels

Emergency call

Emergency call

Let it rot to the core

Gogogogogogo go piece of

Gogogogogogo go piece of

Try, take in, take off, bugger off, to scrape a lie

Try, take in, take off, bugger off, to scrape a lie

Sharpen your scissors to cut up the papers

And spill on the water to soften the mixture

To feed all the children that needed no reason

To drink all the medecine that makes their legs rotten

FOR FUN

Gogogogogogo go piece of

Gogogogogogo go piece of

Try, take in, take off, bugger off, to scrape a lie

Try, take in, take off, bugger off, to scrape a lie

With a hedgehog i can scrape your face

With an oak log , i can slow your pace

Climb up here and look upon the set

Hold my beer I need to call the vet

Lots of people begging for a break

No one’s lucky you just have to wait

I would suggest you try another way

We shall contact you again as soon as you can pay

Call this phone to talk to them and ring if things have to be said

Press the bell to let them in and pull the cord to break their limbs

Most of us will see it through but I shall never speak for you

And if you press on this to live again just let it go and it will end

Realtors at the door

Editors in the mall

Saving files

Losing all of our goals

Pretty spells

Made by

Kind people

In lovely

Mountains

You’ll feel

Better if

It costs

You

Weary minds

Caused by

Lost beliefs

With broken egos

It seems

Closer if

It’s near

You

Sharpie spade

Used for

Hole digging

To bury

Critics

None blamed

Except

If there’s

Just you

Pick-up a stone and then

Scrape-off some dirt

From the back capture a fly

On the rotting heap

Spread the dirt on its wings

Stick it under your tongue

Wait ’til it melts

Someone else

Will explain it all

In the end

End up a book

In a rubbish bin or

Step a fence to steal

The neighborhood

You can dance with the

Red dots on your chest

Lasers are often followed

By detonations

A stinging sensation that ends

In the mountains

Where all is black and dark

We painted on our chest

We painted on our head

We really believed

It would make us better but

We weren’t taking any notice

At the bruises on our wrists

Ghost your friends

Paint a drum

Choke on your roots

We dug them a hole

In the shape of emptyness

So they painted our portrait

And it looked like paint

We wrote them a letter

And the meaning was words

So they baked us a dish

And it tasted just like oven

We let them wait for a bit

And it felt like passing time

We had to sing them this song

And it sounded like a tune

And it all fits in this special shaped container

It can stand besides your laundry and your litter

But it can’t be sold or given to an elder

Cause they’re the type that cover the floor

With their shitty smelling innards

And I’d rather see your misbehaved sisters

Change your horse cut

Saddle my hair

Rince your horses

Ponytail

Faded rider

Fondle my horses

Fringe, mullet

Dropped, crown

Brushing, tuft

Ponytail

It’s never ending

Keeps on growing

I think it’s suffering

We should put it down

Break its crown

Its misery

It’s way too long

It isn’t happy

It’s all gone wrong

Broke Its Own Crown

It’s not as if we’d never wished them harm

It’s not as if we’d never dreamt them dead

But then we never said we’d give them all a hand

We said we’d only save a pair and picked the weak

Picked the weak

You helped it to be quiet and numb

Giving it a good dose, buried in deep

They had it coming, they shouldn’t bother us

Before a long time

JoLLY TRouBLe

If one day you come up to me and say I'm old and time has come to bury me

I won't be a fuss, I'll dig my hole and then I'll live and then I'll grow, I'll

be a tree

I'll do some wood I'll do some leaves, right in front of your window, I'll dim

the lights

All you round will feel like night but you can't bring yourself to cut me down

But I didn't do it on purpose, but I didn't do it on purpose,

But I didn't do it on purpose, but I didn't do it on purpose,

But I didn't do it on purpose, but I didn't do it on purpose,

But I didn't do it on purpose, but I didn't do it on purpose,

But one day at last , I'll bear some fruit, heavy , juicy , shinny fruit, you

can't resist

And this fruit, you shall pick, it'll make you sick, it's highly poisonous

But I didn't do it on purpose, but I didn't do it on purpose,

But I didn't do it on purpose, but I didn't do it on purpose,

But I didn't do it on purpose, but I didn't do it on purpose,

But I didn't do it on purpose, but I didn't do it on purpose.

Pick a card from the deck, then put it back in the deck, anywhere you want.

-No, not this one.

Pick a card, put it back anywhere you want but more to this side.

-No, not this one.

Pick this card in the deck, then put it back here, under my thumb.

-Ace of spades!

This is what I call magic, it's very rare, it's a gift.

Eight hold the low parts while you dive in a pond.

The pond is full of sharks but you're wearing a suit.

The suit is made of chicken skin so you'll survive the chute.

Ten will make you bleed while you build-up some speed.

When you get up to eighty, you stand right on the saddle.

Let go of the handlebars and do a triple somersault.

Six are kicking your head while you enter the church.

You set fire to the priest but save him with the holy water.

As soon as you catch a dead bee bring it back to life with your foot

Go and dig up a big fat tree rub it down with blood soap and soot

They took their car when they coud've been walking

They only had a little way to go

They took their boat when they could've been swimming

They only had a little way to go

What if we all did the same?

What if we all did the same?

What if we all did the same?

What if we all did the same?

Let's go now, have a big fat ripe lie 'bout ways how to write songs to make you

cry.

How long can it take for us to write a dozen pieces,

For every one of us to sing their bit and play their part?

How long? How long? How long? How long? How?

All the notes we know and finding words has never been a trouble

Why is it so long, are we so slow, don't we move on?

How long? How long? How long? How long?

Maybe we know our listeners are at least as slow as us,

And if in equal situation wouldn't we hear double the fuss?

Interesting, quite, high, no, reasonnable, dim

Seven days

Twenty times

Eighteen years

You've been here for

How long? How long? How long? How long? How?

Crappy diesel, funny petrol, medecine and hope.

Slimy oil, daily dribble, semolina bolt.

How long? How long? How long? How long?

Let's go now, have a big fat ripe lie 'bout ways how to write songs to make you

cry.

You have ways to look at things

And see them well, and see their strings

And it can harm, Oh hear me beg

To break an arm, to break a leg

Fill up my socks with paste and rocks

Up to my knees.

And it can harm.

You hold keys that lock you in states

But you are told not to touch keys

Until weird beings come come come...

It's dry you, suck cool drinks from a straw.

You're late, but you'll catch the time.

You suck not only blood but time.

You're late, but it's not worth a stroke.

You suck everything that has taste.

You're late, I guess we'll have to wait.

You suck and suck so much that now

You're late, my luck your cake.

Good, but it can harm.

The arrow maker's simple

He's pervious to speed

A talker of twaddle

He's a twerp, he quiddles

Wake up! Don't!

Wake up! Don't!

The sherif has a lazy eye

He hirples like a gaby

He havers on his lies

About flaccid girls like me

But we know how things end up

When sherifs meet twerps

If you've had a beer

And a taste of turd

You have to eat desert

The shepherd's son is humble

He never feels the need

To brag about his cattle

He's a mute, he dribbles

The taylor has a funny tie

That points down at his belly

He says it stops him getting high

When things are getting fizzy

Taylor has a funny mirror

Taylor has a hobby

Shepherd has a funny hammer

Shepherd has a fury

Sherif has a funny ladder

Sherif has a query

Have a drink of funny liquor

Have a piece of jelly

He! Who! He! Who!

He who dribbles, he who dribbles

He who dribbles, he who dribbles

Come into lobby

Come into body

Have a tea to drink

Have a tea to spit

Come into party

Come into glory

Have a cat to kill

Have a dog to drill

They know nothing still they can't stop talking

They keep moving but don't know where they're heading

They love ideas we've lost for years

We've been here for longer

We know it can't be better

Youth is no value

We're wiser than you

You'll try to make it sound

Like something good

Like something we all need

And we'll get used

To seeing things

The way you do

We'll love to hear for hours

Fighting bulls and shooting birds

You'll calm our sense of greed

Our lust for books

We'll loose our need to read

You cost us money and time

We'd be better off filling in the mine

Getting in the tub from a door on the side

Thank you for the sight we have our pride

You're shown into a kitchen

The cooks are standing there

They're standing standing standing standing

Standing while you stare

They come a little closer

And sit you on a chair

They're coming coming coming coming

Coming while stare

The cooks they think you're nice

And want another bite

They know a way to better you

So that you can taste right

Choose the picture onthe plate

The cheese you want to grate

Your name is on the menu

Have a bite the meat is you

This little finger went off for a drive

He went through the tunnel of death

And came back from after life

This little finger was never really the same again

But he still had a nice life

'Cause he never told what he saw

But still he went on turning knobs and pushing buttons

But still he went on turning knobs with his thumb

Enveloppe, overview

Attack may be gradual

Or anything in between

Likewise when a sound ends

It dies away completely

The final drop in brightness

We call it its release

This is a call

I made two days ago

To warn you of a vision

Enter the hall

You'll see a list of names

They all lived in the mansion

And all the time they spent in the house

Was wasted on number of deeds that mattered moderately

Like reading a book and cutting a tree

CuTe HoRSe CuT

Every step is planned

And this is how I'm hoping

Things are most likely

To take place

Bring some biscuits

Maybe shout

Indicate

You hide out

Out of the box will come the screws that seal your coffin.

They're fragile and they'll break for nothing.

Burried in a hole

just wait a minute

we shall get you

When everything is quiet

Quite easy and obvious

You were bound to die

You're simply going in and coming out

Dig a bit

With your nails

Soft patches

Are bound to give way

Forget the breathing

Azote in a tin

Ear us diging

We'll piercing your skin

Hit me from a different angle

It'll help escape the tangle

There are clouds in this room

There are crowds use a broom

Hunt me from a different angle

Kill me right in the jungle

Fill the ditch in my shoes

Make me rich

Help me choose

Hang me out a longer paddle

I won't go without the saddle

Have a walk in the town

Have a talk wear a crown

Hang that ham above the craddle

Bunch of twankers are this label

Get the keys on the door

Feed the bees on the floor

All you need is a brick

And a window

Throw the brick through

The open window

and let it land on my hand

Ha ha laughs

Ha ha cries

We love tricks so much

Ha ha blood ha ha

Broken fingers

Let's do it again

Let's do it again,

Let's do it again,

Let's do it ag'

Who tells you what to do?

King

Who knows what is true?

You

Who is it you call you?

Me

Who's in charge of the key?

You

Who's going to be keen?

Who told you to be true?

Me

Who gave you such a sting?

King

Who never has a clue?

You

Who's going to be me?

Queen

Who's going to do you?

Who is last in the queue?

Kinky pawn eating the cheeseboard

winking at the king with his sword

Kinky pawn eating the cheeseboard

winking at the king with his sword

King key clue queen you

Do keen you me true

Me do you king queen

Mean me see you true

King key clue queen you

Do keen you me true

Me do you king queen

Mean me see you true

I was plotting in a trench

You came waving a wrench

You hit me right in the jaw

Efficiently ending our war

I was waiting in the car

You came swaying a crowbar

You turned out all of my lights

Efficiently ending our fights

Peace and harmony

Cannot be stopped

When sudden violence

Comes into the plot

It's unbeatable

Bliss and quietness

Shall be redeemed

If utter wildness

Is part of the scheme

It's unbeatable

We are know all fit to jump the cliff

Cyanid's ready fo the last sip

We've waited so long to pop our lids

Haunted house,

Haunted house.

What lies in your cellar?

Haunted house,

Haunted house.

What lies in your loft?

Probably nothing scary,

Probably nothing ghostly.

Day

Easy rules we see you coming

Lazy fools we'll have you hanging

Rusty tools will do the cutting

Leafy trees shall hide the killing

Day, day, day, day...

Easy rules we see you coming

Rusty tools will do the cutting

Spend my time

Broke my spine

Search and find

Listen to grind

Spend my time

Broke my spine

Search and find

Play some grind

Easy rules you see us coming

Lazy fools you'll have us hanging

Empty pools you're so deceiving

Leafy trees they see us dying

Each day I set up a new string

Next week I'll be able to sing

slight

give

kinds

small

That

me

to

your

slight

tilts

give

good

kinds

of

small

tips

that

make

me

want

to

break

your

hips

oh oh oh ...

slight

tilts

give

good

kinds

of

small

tips

that

make

me

want

to

break

your

hips

oh oh oh ...

Drink an extra pint of gravy

Drink an extra pint of gravy

Broken instruments

The orchestra is ill

Most dates cancelled

The musicians were killed

Instruments

Mended

Orchestra

Deaf

DaddySticks likes to talk and knows how things work. In nineteen eighty two, he meets and marries MummyCello. She's comprehensive. In two thousand and two, has he was drowning, she saved GuitarDog. He's a fierce alsacian that bites and attacks at all times, he needs to be calmed down with food and if that doesn't work DaddySticks beats him up badly.

He hits joints, the tail and the head to teach the dog

He says « it's a logical way to proceed ».

But sometimes, MummyCello needs to call the psychiatric services or the police.

I'll hurt your elbow

I'll kick your right shoulder

I'll krush your blockhead

I'll hit your left finger

I'll hurt your elbow

I'll kick your right shoulder

I'll krush your blockhead

I'll hit your left finger

I'll cut your legs you'll stop dancing and simpering (x17)

You shoot after

I don't know how many people you see

Are you thinking there are a lot of pills

I don't know how many people you see

Are you thinking there are a lot of pills

I was wondering if theese were the same as those we'd seen previously, because of all the small screws and maybe they can be fitted together if the sizes coïncide, couldn't they be fixed on the top of one another with like this one top on all the ground and this one on top.

In the shape of a pyramid.

I don't know how the crowds descend theese hills

Are you thinking that they will break their knees

I am so glad you choose this walnut tree

Are you having another of my pills

Clap whouaaa

Are you in pain ?

If (x30)

If you cross a nice ghost

Tell him you'll be his host

If he says you look ill

Tell him you can still kill

They can enter your eyes

Can travel through lies

They displace your earings

They remember

They can move the curtain

They can make things happen

They miscount the cd's

They turn on the tv's

If you cross a nice ghost (x3)

If If If If If If If If

Blood on my shirt

Snot on my socks

Spit on your vest

Sweat on your hat

You know that birds eat worms that eat leaves that fall from trees where birds live.

You know that birds eat worms that eat leaves that fall from trees where birds live.

Trees know that worms eat birds that fall from leaves where you live.

You are sitting

Opposite me

In a party

Everybody has fun

Between us

Is a bowl

Containing

Rotten chips

The bowl

represents

The crust

Of planets

You're pushing

The bowl

Towards me

With your feet

You're filling

The hole

Inside me

With some meat

Where will it all come from?

And when will it end?

Why don't you ever pretend?

Cry when the people die

And try the life extent

Oh my, you nearly made it.

Could you carve me animal skin ?

I'll give you all

Can't she bring me magazine tin?

It's in the hole.

Did they play us several tricks ?

They don't need to.

Do we have to understand it ?

I've work to do.

Are you finding cannibal books ?

Look in your desk.

Is she waiting pornograf books ?

And all the rest.

Are They cooking edible cats ?

Mist you will know

Can I wear theese horrible hats ?

You can say no.

Open mouth stuck-out tongue telling lies I know see why it all went wrong.

They don't need to

Is your end coming ?

Wait a second.

Are you proud of it ?

l spell on tong.

Do we have to quit ?

After this song

How do you call it ?

My diamond pond.

i'M oK

I built you an airplane, it never left the lane.

I built you a huge bed , I set fire to the shed.

I bought you a nice dog, I killed it with a log.

I really want to marry you, I don't think you'll be true.

Tardiness and malady are slackening the rest :

Aaaaaaaaaaaaah.

Tardiness and malady are slackening the rest :

Aaaaaaaaaaaaah.

Accident for a president

Accident for a president

Tragedy for a first lady

Tragedy for a first lady

Accident for a president

Tragedy for a first lady

Accident of a first lady

Tragedy of a president.

I'm really fine, I'm well balanced,

I'm ok, I'm ok.

I'm really fine, I'm well balanced,

I'm ok, I'm ok.

Knife – hatchet – scissors – blade – hammer

nails – shears – razor – chainsaw – arrows

head-cutting wire – glove – guillotine – teeth

I'm really fine, I'm well balanced,

I'm ok, I'm ok.

I'm really fine, I'm well balanced,

I'm ok, I'm ok.

aND

Colors and shapes an facts and figures about boys and girls and girls and boys,

lies and videotapes, they say and tell everything and nothing.

Cherry, elephant, mad, tired.

Riot, years, fuzz, oil?

Grab the glass and light the gas,

We cut some wood and store it inside.

Wait a year and dig-up the weeds,

Choose the right book and start to read.

Block-up your ears and close your eyes,

Dogs bark and tear-up their inside.

Plants have suddenly stopped growing,

Cook the last feast watch your spelling.

C'était pas moi qui jouais du saxo.

Quoi?

C'était pas moi qui jouais du saxo.

Quoi?

C'était pas moi qui jouais du saxo.

Quoi?

J'ai peur d'aller en enfer.

J'ai peur d'aller en enfer.

J'ai peur.

She cleans her crooked nails with poork blood.

You shiver, you quiver, you tremble.

She plays with riots and balls fire.

Do you like it? It thrills you? It thrills you.

She wears a beard and plays electric guitar.

Do you hear it? Do you want to dance?

The dance of the red burning dancers?

The slope, the fall, the slope, the fall, the slope, the fall, the slope, the fall.

Without fire in my hands!

Without fire in my hands!

Without fire in my hands!

Without fire in my hands!

Nos vieux pommiers de Normandie,

Au mois de mai charment les cœurs!

Quand la nature est reverdie,

Ils sont poudrés de blanches fleurs!

Ainsi qu'au jour des Ziménés,

Tout est joyeux dans les sentiers!

Sous le soleil des matinées,

Qu'ils sont jolis nos vieux pommiers!

SeVeN GuiTaRS aND a CLouD oF MiLK

There was five of us

It was a quiet morning

And no one knows why

She jumped from the last floor

There was four of us

The meal was delicious

And no one knows why

He drank two liters of petrol

There was three of us

The evening was nice

And no one knows why

He stuck a knife in his belly

There was two of us

The night was hot

And I don’t know why

She hanged herself in the bathroom

It was great, it was nice, it was yesterday

It was glorious, it was luminous, it was enchanted

People are laughing, people are smiling, girls are dancing

Lies and videotapes, they say and tell everything and nothing.

They’d jump the fence and run over the hill

It could last for days until one of them was hill

He would then die or get grinded in the mill

We would then obtain the paste to mend the windowsill

It’ll look good when all the cracks are filled

In this room there could be tools or maybe a mine field

In each room there’ll be cameras to keep an eye on the mice

It’ll be like a castle, or a really massive house

Mix up the powder with a bit of water

You know it is ready when you feel it is sticky

All you then have to do is to wait and see

And maybe help it to be by pasting it with your shoe

Beers

Gravy

Emo

Ditch

Naked

Friendly

Witch

Plenty

Scrape

Chapter

Bacon

Count

Shrimp

Likely

Seatbelt

Wound

Hum words that sound so good

Like ear and drum

They go together well like

Tasty food and rhum

Bucket in a well

Mix the things you find

With a little drop of wine

Under your skin

There always shines a grin

I see behind your hood

How you insist on looking good

Stain

Word

Power

Lens

Gold

Egg

Loaf

Tray

Corner

Plug

Flint

Collar

Smell

Neck

Piano

Beef

Fall

Burn

Bleed

Tear

Drip

Scratch

Melt

It has to fall It has to burn

It has bleed On every wall

It has to tear It has to drip

It has to scratch until you fall

It has to melt has to shine

It has to hurt before you call

It has to stick it has to knock

It has to cut your way to tall

Fall

Burn

Bleed

Tear

Drip

Scratch

Melt

Shine

Hurt

Stick

Knock

cut

I’ve been walking for hours (x2)

But i’m sure

I’m gonna get there soon

I’ve been working for days (x2)

But i’m sure

I’m gonna get payed soon

I’ve been waiting fot month (x2)

But i’m sure

You gonna come back soon

I’ve been living for years (x2)

But i’m sure

I’m gonna die soon

An old policeman

Is waiting for a train

While his son’s

Having fun

With a black poodle’s head

It was roughly that time

When they emptied the church

It was full with the bones

Of the dead pom-pom girls

He got drunk at the fair

And was sick on a ride

He was struck by the head

Of her cordless guitar

We will try not to laugh

When you stutter your song

We will try not to laugh

Poupoutchak pipoumclonhonhongueu

The way you drive your pretty car on those slippery roads of chalk (x4)

Pencils, rulers, a pair of plyers,

Pens & starshaped screwdrivers,

Is what I recommend, to mend,

The ugly but needed broken down playpens.

Probably a painting showing people playing on

Computers from the times when you had to wait for time and food

To come out creased from a dysfunctional printer.

Heavily minted toothpaste,

A map to find the place,

Have a seat take a plate

Taste the meat eat some cake,

And avoid saying anything stupid about the flames coming out from the coffin lid

The way you drive your pretty car on those slippery roads of chalk (x4)

i believe in a monsterland with a bat as a queen

i believe in a monsterland with a ghost as a king

i believe in a monsterland where chidren switch off the light

where witches govern you

where witches govern me charms spells sorcery

i believe in a monsterland where nightmares are fun

where candles ans skulls protect you

where kisses and love afraid me

strange dark slimmy awfull fat hairy

we believe in a monsterland

we believe in a monsterland

Meditative

Interesting

Satisfaid

Exausted

Released

Arogant

Bored

Loaded

Envious

Suspicious

Obstinate

Negative

Griving

Here's a miserable song x2

My lips make a round like a chicken asshole

but i wissle my burden withou thinking of my mouth

bring some coffee and some milk

bring your cards and playing map

bring some change but leave your gun

all is fine i want so fun

put the stones

back on the chairs

my parents are back

they see them there

he can bend a bow one armed

he can bild a house of clay

he can leave you dead or unarmed

he can break your arm to play

he lacks an « o » to be good

he's generally misunderstood

he uses threat and fright

wearing cloth of love and light

What a fox does

What a fox needs

On what does a fox feed

I’m straving

I’m starving

Please give me something

I’ll eat anything

A fox eats mainly hans

And rabbits of...

Whatever he finds

I need a beer, I feel dried up

I feel like

I’m empty

Like all wild animals

He’ll keep away from

Large town city

London I’ll go to London

Find me a...

Even if he is very very

Hungry, he’ll never eat

Norman lady

First I’ll eat a piece of Udi

For a starter Vincent Olliver

Of all animals, the fox

Is the nicest, the most

Gentle and the most

Reasonnable

Tear them open

Swallow their guts

Break their bones

Puncture their skin

A change of mood can change your food

A change of food can change your mood.

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