Lyrics:
Da da da da
Da da da da
Da da da da
Da da da da
Birthday, ey
Lying drunk in the hallway
All my friends think that I'm puerile but anyway
Heyoo get
- Le cimetière
- Quel cimetière ?
- Huh.. Sad Hill, Sad Hill...
Sad Hill, triste colline où nait le péril
Terre stérile, guerre puérile
Et si tu
diplomate
Regarde chérie, les gens m'aiment bien
Un petit mytho sur TF1
Et c'est la joie dans la peuplade
Puériles, pathétiques hyènes
Nous sommes vos
Ça tangue
J'en ai le mal de vivre
Elle n'est pas si docile
Son innocence puérile
J'regarde de haut en bas
Et lui qui s'en est allé
Qui a tout
to the waves
And extinguished the flame
Oh this was futile
It was puerile
And you don't see me
Begging forgiveness
This ain't stylish
It was childish
But you
to the waves
And I extinguished flame
Oh this was futile
It was puerile
And you don't see me
Begging forgiveness
This ain't stylish
It was childish
And you won't
feel
Bloody lips are shades of teal
A puerile mind condemned to roam
And there's no warmth inside our home
Deafening silence at each meal
Nursing wounds
orders are obeyed"
Who would have the gall to send this?
Someone with a puerile brain
These are both signed "O.G."
Who the hell is he?
Opera
a puerile brain!
FIRMIN
These are both signed "O.G." . . .
ANDRE
Who the hell is he?
BOTH
Opera ghost!
FIRMIN
It's really not amusing!
ANDRE
He's abusing
ooh child
Your puerile
Brain waves are sterile
You can't create, you just wait to take, my tape's
Laced with malice
Hands get calloused
From
Profaner of the vices, a simple charlatan
Inflaming puerile minds with the guilt of sin
Imaginations fed to children, it has served me well
That
ooh child
Your puerile
Brain waves are sterile
You can't create, you just wait to take, my tape's
Laced with malice
Hands get calloused
From
See gm
I can't access information comin' down the mainframe
See gm bm a bm a
Those puerile incantations in couplets or quatrains
Watch it all run amok
Na-na-na-na-oh
Tant de plaisirs faciles, d'envies puériles
Qui nous retiennent vers le bas
Prêts à n'importe quel deal quand il faut mourir
On se
Na-na-na-na-oh
Tant de plaisirs faciles, d'envies puériles
Qui nous retiennent vers le bas
Prêts à n'importe quel deal quand il faut mourir
On se
decay
The cycle of death exhausted well and truly played
A terminal malaise that you so feverishly savour
The lowest common puerile denominator
Dim the lights, wrong the rites
Toss the puerile cross away
We are gashing from a venomous womb
Burning bright, dead of night
Pyres stain a milky
inizia
Se lo vuoi
Disegnando grandi battaglie sul muro
Tu dichiari le guerre così
Combattendole in modo più vile, puerile che mai
Pregherai,
d'humeur coquine
Se laisse pour badiner
Hameçonner,
Le bonhomme lui reproche
Sa conduite puérile,
Puis à sa queue il accroche
Un petit poisson d'avril.
Je ne sais pas d'où il est
Ni ce qu'il fait ici
Il est un homme bon
D'après ce que j'ai vu
Il a un regard si vulgaire
Et le sourire puérile
Il a un
si j'étais puérile
Que des fous dans le périmètre
Plaisir du périnée
Elle aime la nuit quand j'suis là pour la câliner
Qui est la marionnette?
Fuck
largos fuegos pueriles
Mi corta noche romantica
Es muy malo el quererte
Como te quiero yo
Sin ninguna condicion me ofrezco a ti enteramente
Cuantas las
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