Lyrics:
on somebody's story
Walking on somebody's dream
Just called from somebody?s wish
What you want?
What you want?
Pretext, pretext, pretext?
How many trees
la correcta postura.
Sense nòmina volem sostre, menjar, comoditats.
És el context, cap pretext.
És el context, no pas pretext.
Tant per la barra de
l'souffrir,
II avait beau suivre la droite route
Tous les prétext's étaient bons pour punir
La têt' carrée, le margeur de choucroute.
R : Il écrivait souvent
When sex is a pretext to a disease
We'll crawl inside, my head was broken off
Blistering on this separate faith
Now crawl outside, we look away
State of love and trust as I busted down the pretext
Sin still plays and preaches, but to have an empty court, uh huh
And the signs are passin',
State of love and trust as I busted down the pretext
Sin still plays and preaches, but to have an empty court, uh huh
And the signs are passin',
State of love and trust as I busted down the pretext
Sin still plays and preaches, but to have an empty court, uh huh
And the signs are passin',
dreams are for free
But when I see these lies line up to end in misery
Chains of money as pretext what will come next
Maybe to sell your soul that
Drop every pretense
Drown every sense you own
For the girl that you love
Girl you loathe
Insistent pretext
So what does that make god
To the girl
to see you again
Though I've got no pretext to
And hope
Won't quench my thirst this time
Can't you see that I'm aching for you?
I go to sleep; when
State of love and trust
As I busted down the pretext
Sin still plays and preaches
But to half an empty court, oh
And the signs are passing
Grip
[Solo: Demmel]
All that they needed was
A pretext, war?s next
Heads to the chopping blocks
And our necks are next
For those we died
Who fought for our
needed was
A pretext, war's next
Heads to the chopping blocks
And our necks are next
For those who died
Who fought for our rights
Whose children
erection
She really purs
In the wee hours
Without hearts and flowers
Give up on the pretext
You sympathize
Much to my surprise
You soon realize
all with the same pretext
Bring me tea!
Bring me coffee!
I was up all night
(He's been up all night)
I've been making mistakes
(Lots
on fuck off I'm pleadin'
Every sentence is a pretext for sex sex sex sex
God you went to Oxford
Head still in your boxers
But you're male so what
All the time you've got this terrible headache
Or you're too drunk to wake up the snake
You use every pretext from A to Z
For aches there are a lot
defense
With pretext construed
In position
To push and tug on the heart strings
Settin' hooks baited with vengeance
It's all down to the acclaimed nothing
the first thing out the door
Chained to adolescent aspirations
Aging out of the pretext
Clinging to what was, what could have been
Tied at the wrist
carry on this way
Prescribed and uninvolved
This holds no ordinary pretext
This isn't one more thing we can endeavor to deny
Fighting back tears
And then ignore your goodnight
Just so the pieces of old toys can collect like your nothing might
The pretext that you live with is going to give you
All
arrested.
It's to be, on the pretext of general interests,
Monopolized, extorted, hoaxed, robbed
Erased from this world!
Then at the least resistance,
yesterday's papers
Too busy reading, to get on with living
But I - live for now
Sometimes it's easy to make up excuses
On the flimsiest pretext and then
And fight until their dying breath
No deeper threat no higher cause
No greater pretext to renunciate the letter of the law
I'm every woman I'm every man
