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Du biff. du-du-du biff c'est nous qui la vendons. c'est toi qui la sniffes et tu kiffes. ouais tu kiffes tu-tu-tu kiffes meme si le son te met des-des
Un interrupteur Un fer en vapeur Une mousse en carton Et c'est le Rubicon Une fleur a tes yeux Un sourire en l'air Mon amour deletere Du ciel gris pour
your inner visions So think back to the day you were terribly wrong And ask yourself 'how the fuck I make it on the biff song'? [Chorus] [Outro: Storm
au President d'la Republique Refrain: Biff, le ble qu'on trouve pas dans les champs biff, le ble de l'Elysee sur les Champs' le biff, le pote du haram
Angels fall to the floor Like they would if I was captain "Silver children", she roared I'm not the son of God Somebody help me sing Can anybody hear
You say I love you, boy I know you lie I trust you all the same I don't know why 'Cause when my back is turned My bruises shine Our broken fairy tale
Which of the witches do you belong The one with the eye patch or the one that's highly strung? I know you can't trust anyone How do you capture a photograph
Well how's your view of things today? Got up young to fade away The sinners sin but aren't aware Our fables take us everywhere I can't keep up with you
I've had enough You burn the bridge I'll cut the boat in half Control I've said enough, you keep the secrets I know you'll never spill Sold Boom, blast
When I was young, I first encountered my crippled lungs I felt them burn and cursed them ever since I was turning blue in a match right in front of you
Well, you scratch and you scratch 'til your face comes away Replaced by a hole a vortex just waiting to play I commend your violence Well, I enter a
Took a bite out of a mountain range Thought my teeth would break the mountain dead Let's go, I wanna go all the way to the horizon I took a drink out
Take a long hard look at yourself How did you end up here The blood drips like red inverted balloons Tomorrow is a promise to no one If you want, follow
We're on a hell slide help us, help us We're on a hell slide We're on a hell slide help us, help us We're on a hell slide We're on a hell slide help
Son of Henry, I'm the first in line To the throne, smell my mustard gas I slash swords through your wooden spine Well, it cut my heart and it blew my
Who's the hippy now? I cut it off to make you proud Abuse my limbs until the sun goes down I don't wanna be alone again Got Jesus' autograph No handshake
I pronounce it aluminium, 'Cause there's an I next to the U and M Now write it down slowly and read it out fast She's got eyes, preposterous eyes I've
