Yes where all the buildings work and buildings stand around and where the framework sits still bolted slightly holding to the ground and when I'm in and
violence, that we don't promote Just takin' what's ours kid, chill or smell the gun smoke As I pull out, squeezin' like Mr. Charmin Destroyin' posses of demo tapes like Agent Orange
meant to bring us tears Love like ours should never die So, darling, let's turn back the years I fancy that I see a bunch of roses A blossom from and orange
sit here in this dark room All I seem to feel is light And I see color I see the maroon In the blood of this life, that's ours And if you could see,
backstage No I.D., who cares about age *** be hatin' on the cat 'coz they wished that they could hold her Got my arm around her shoulder in a multi-color Rover Ice cream and orange
hands See I know that we can do this In a field of purple grass sprayed with green and white tulips under a sky washed orange under an everlasting sunset
I can see a future Mapped out in scars Look to the skies Keep praying to your gods Your only salvation Will come in the shape of the bomb No clockwork orange
I do actively Or when my thoughts are lost in time My new house, in elegant comfort, is one thing But being huddled in red, blue, and orange Cracks
in orange Still circus for the children in disguise Throwing bones to the drug sniffing dogs Projecting what we've come to know as ours For the colors
and unsatisfied. I was never much one for the great "Big Bang" theory Going out in a blaze of suicidal glory Not foolish and brave, these leaders of ours
d'ane J'la perds de vue Je sais, tout change / Peau d'orange Mais ne m'dites pas / Peau d'chamois Qu'au bout d'la course La peau d'l'ourse Est pas pour
Your world was so different from mine, don't you see And we couldn't be close, though we tried We both reached for heavens, but ours weren't the same.
i can see a future, mapped out in scars, look to the skies, keep praying to your gods, your only salvation, will come in the shape of the bomb, no clockwork orange
saumon, et Mario le bulot. Et en chemin ils rencontrent encore pleins d'nouveaux amis ! Putain c'est trop cool... Il y a Norbert l'ours polaire, et Laurent l'orang
I'm an Irishman Leather weathered Irish skin Beard orange as the sunset over the flag In the night sky we fly it in Pride for the life we fight to live
Noel, Noel Quand je n'avais qu'une orange, Au premier matin des anges, Une seule orange en mes sabots, Noel, Noel Je la trouvais bien amere, Face a toutes
