Testi:
Foreign Legion

One... (no!)... Two... Three (no!) One, Two, Three (ow!) Prozac - you know I'm not crazy son, take this tip Hold this cigarette over your mouth 'cause

French Foreign Legion Think about that uniform with all its charm Just one more time, are you gonna be mine or au revoir cheri It's the French Foreign Legion

a Panzer division to chauffeur you home Gun running is fun But hang on, friends, hang on friends Allah be praised, there's a whole new craze We're gonna shoot up the foreign legion

A man held hostage by this contagion Alone, abandoned, in search of legion Under pressure, under black skies We must find the cure, before we die I

black king still Reverberates through Haitian hills He rules the sea and all the fish What if he had a TV dish Now in the far off regions the foreign legion

I wanna be in the wallpaper Or run away to the foreign legion I wanna be in the wallpaper Or run away to the foreign legion And as the tanks roll into

to play people, New York, what is funky [random samples overlayed with vocals] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [x4] [Ced Gee] From the foreign legion, the war

hypocrites and cheaters, this is the news of the world pseudo-heroes masturbating our egos, this is the news of the world the news of the world... I could hide in the foreign legion

Johnny Johnny, she is a person too Ooh, Johnny Johnny Johnny, she has her own will Ooh, Johnny Johnny Johnny, why don't you join the foreign legion? Ooh