Le soir au fond des dortoirs J'irais dans sa jonque J'oublierai ma honte J'ai le coeur delicat Je sais comment il bat Je voudrais l'oublier sa jonque
Ma jonque est jaune Jaune jonquille a faire pleurer l'automne Ma jonque est jaune J'en connais qui s'en etonnent Ma jonque est jaune Jaune jonquille
He can't take the street no more Street too full, full of junk Thinks he'll hide in his room Room too full, full of junk He turns on his TV, TV full,
I ain't blue, yet hell I ain't even sick But this big ol' bark sure sounds worse than its stink Thick like dipsticks and white as a sheet But for a pile
Motorcars Handlebars Bicycles for two Broken hearted jubilee Parachutes Army boots Sleeping bags for two Na na na na na jamboree Buy, buy Motorcars
The need to realize Shot, shot, shot, blank Staring down the barrel of my arm Shot, shot, shot, dead It's over drawn black Shot, shot, shot, red No restrictions
The backlash has started, but we ain't fucking laughing, take a look at how much has changed, there ain't mush to smile about. We've done four years of
He can't take the street no more Street too full full of junk Thinks he'll hide in his room Room too full full of junk He turns to his t.v. t.v. full
Why can't you see That this is how our love was meant to be? I'll never understand why you are putting me down Ruining everything And when I'm looking
Motor cars, handle bars Bicycles for two Broken hearted jubilee Parachutes, army boots Sleeping bags for two Sentimental jamboree Buy! Buy! Says the
Motorcars, handlebars, bicycles for two Brokenhearted jubilee Parachutes, army boots, sleeping bags for two Sentimental jamboree Buy, Buy says the sign
I want a Virgin Mary nightlamp Bible hero lunch box The Shroud of Turin on my wristwatch Only listen to Christian ... Rock Gospel Cola in the morning
Junk the Magic Dragon Mellow yellow acid kiss Warhol painted callio-trips Spining, spining, spin again Coke, tar, crystal methane thrill Cash in dime