Welcome to the soldier slide
Where there´s no one here but me

Le ragondin se promene dans la maison luxueuse du paladin.

Just A Stupid MotherFucker !! !!

Osti que jtrippe !! !

I´m just sitting in my car
And waitting for my girl

J´AIME TROP CE CD LO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ca se voit,faut un peu restreindre les doses la je pense

t´en veu des parole de Soad ? attend une minute !!

Non j´en veux pas Hyp´ Je sais ou chercher moi aussi...

Non mais merde je crois que ça fait 20 fois que j´écoute le CD au complet depuis que je l´ai

Conquest to the lover
And your love to the fire.
Permanence unfolding in the absolute
Forgiveness is the ultimate sacrifice
Eloquence belongs to the conqueror.

The pictures of time and space are rearranged
In this little piece of typical tragedy
Justified candy
Brandy for the nerves
Eloquence belongs to the conqueror.

You and me
We´ll all go down in history
With a sad statue of liberty
And a generation that didn´t agree.

Soad - Sad Statue je sais elle est vieille mais trop bonne !!

Va pour la 21e ^^

I forgot to
I forgot to let you know that!!! osti que j´aime la maniere qui le dit !! !

Hyp´, ouais Sad Statue c´étais l´une de mes préfèrés

Yo So

bon ji vais !!

WHY DO THEY ALWAYS SEND THE POOR!
Barbarisms by Barbaras with pointed heels.
Victorious, victories, kneel.
For brand new spankin´ deals.
Marching forward hypocritic
and hypnotic computers.
You depend on our protection,

Yet you feed us lies from the table cloth.
la la la la la la la la la,
Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.

kneeling roses disappearing,
into Moses’ dry mouth,
breaking into Fort Knox,
stealing our intentions,
Hangars sitting dripped in oil,
Crying FREEDOM!

Handed to obsoletion,
Still you feed us lies from the table cloth.
La la la la la la la la la,
Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.
Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.

Blast off, its Party time,
And we don´t live in a fascist nation,
Blast off , its party time,
And where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?

Why don’t presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don’t presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
WHY DO THEY ALWAYS SEND THE POOR?

Kneeling roses disappearing,
into Moses’ dry mouth,
breaking into Fort Knox,
stealing our intentions,
Hangars sitting dripped in oil,
Crying FREEDOM!

Handed to obsoletion,
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth.
la la la la la la la la la,
Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.
Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.

Where the fuck are you!
Where the fuck are you!

Why don’t presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don’t presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?

Why, do, they always send the poor
Why, do, they always send the poor
Why, do, they always send the poor
They always send the poor?
They always send the poor?

Hyp´

VIVE B.Y.O.B!!!

Ca va?

Ouais j´avoue que c´étais pas vraiment utile que je mets toute les paroles de B.Y.O.B

Oui toi?