Lyrics:
Madame cavale pendant qu'sa boule de poils remue la queue à l'Étoile
Faut que j’file file file j’file à mon rendez-vous
Désolé chéri ne m’en veux
Now we can talk in confidence
Did you guess that we've been done wrong?
Lies jumped the queue to be first in line
Such a shameless design
He
But get locked and I'm sluttin' lady C.O.'s
And we the only niggas you know, that fuck they P.O.'s
They push our files to the top, you still
I'm always waiting
I'm sick of waiting
For the day my luck will change
I've spent enough time
In queues and bread lines
In hope of better days
These
it down
Everybody and then you
Running around, you try to file it down
In the hate speak and the queue
Running around, you try to file it down
confidence
Did you guess that we've been done wrong?
Lies jump the queue to be first in line
Such a shameless design
He thinks he's well screened from
Look at all the people around me
Same old faces joining the queue
For return to Waterloo
Return to Waterloo
Started off this morning as usual
I have a file for you
Oh it made it through your download queue
Is it
J P G ?
P N G ?
M P 3 ?
its E X E
I have a file for you
And you should
Run it
Au départ touche touche nombril
Loin des nuits d’Halloween
Des sourires dissimulés
Derrière le chef de file
Garde le bateau
J’rentre à pied
Au départ touche touche nombril
Loin des nuits d’Halloween
Des sourires dissimulés
Derrière le chef de file
Garde le bateau
J’rentre à pied
And you dream away your touchdown destination
Now single file and put yourself back in line
But oh, every time I see you smile
Now this old world don't
importe la direction
Quelle chemin emprunter tu vois je m'envole sans destination
No matter the direction I fly without destination
Le monde m' ouvre son
a maze of thorns destination common ground
Crawling back across crumbling paths
Swimming against a fierce undertow we thought we'd passed
Now that I
Life gives you hard time destination unknown
Being lost better stop open gate for sheeple
Good things happen all the time
Not in your life for sure
the queue
Red tape
Always red tape
Red tape dragging me down
Drowning in the Crimson sea
Red tape all around
Red tape dragging me down
Drowning in the Crimson
sad eyes,
I'm her bluest boy,
I've become a weapon,
She's my little sad eyes
She's become a toy,
I'm her bluest boy
You may call me a fool
Destination
pulling out the aces
And the jokers from the pile
Destination unknown
Reaching for the pack
Oh you don't know where you're going
Just know you're not
makes you have to wonder
If I'm on your side
It's just too late to find out
If I should have burned our case file
Or burned at the stake by now
Wherever
Systematic in single file
There's no start or end to the back of the line
Sympathetically in denial
There's no need to tear up and cry just smile
But get locked and I'm sluttin' lady C.O.'s
And we the only niggas you know, that fuck they P.O.'s
They push our files to the top, you still
But now I'm bored
And it must be my turn at the bar
Cos it's so mysterious how we just seem to queue and queue
Standing in single file like soldiers
Say we'll always be there, time and again.
Say we got you covered, no matter where or when.
Oh you're safe as houses now.
Choose a destination for
in the files
Waiting in the camps behind the wire
Kick the door until it opens, what you have you cannot hold
We are young, forever hungry, you are
Our destination is nowhere
Our feelings are destroyed
We've got nothing at all
This is life in the fall
We keep searching for the positive
We're
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