l'ile deserte, La vie d'avant les profondeurs, Les avions, les couleurs, Les chaleurs au printemps, Les vents Dans tous les sens Et les odeurs d'essence
longer there Fall down to my knees Begin my nightmare Words spill from my drunken mouth I just can't keep them all in I keep up with the racing rats
Voy cambiandome de piel sintiendo la metamorfosis Voy rastreando el camaleon siguiendo su cinismo interno Voy contigo a dominar las leyes que no son la
Im a loaded gun, bang bang Terrible hang man In a false position, Incredible jam jam Serious in fight, fight Swagger to the wild side Give a wink, pay
Sailor Sally was her name Workin for the Pub-Marine Fish and chips and gasoline smelled on her ginger hair On high heels, so stumblin? Crooned a song
Far on the highlands A thousand graves can tell you How blood and sorrow Can be truly value The ghost of our proud heroes Whispers ?bout the past It
Across the silver river Over the delphs and hills To see the sun is shining bright Above the greenest fields I look for the maker of Eire Who makes the
We ran outta beer, rum kept us alive Killed all the english, did not fear to fight Now we have to come, hurry, hurry home To fill up the portion, that
There was a time when I was so high I was in the war for my country and fight I had a child and a beutiful wife But my whole fucking life have changed
One Friday night I was strolling out To get me outta here Go to the pub just for a black stuff But it ended up with ten beer Coz a lady came and she start
Your state isn't safe and niether is me We're the rats of experiment Suburban laboratore We're the mice without legs Tagged at birth Laboratory rats
Havahej another me born to serve To plague and moan So many years my seed condemned No free to soar!!! Will is yours? So, creator No intend could shadow
an old John Deere Somebody wins a trophy at the drag strip every year But the rats don't race around here Y'all, the rats don't race around here We
lie, time of lie, an anger, and tears, and decay, disruption Time of lie we fret anf fume, yes, we fret and fume Just like rats inside the cage Do
Rato de rua Irrequieta criatura Tribo em frenetica proliferacao Lubrico, libidinoso transeunte Boca de estomago Atras do seu quinhao Vao aos magotes
Don't you even try to jettison now This has gone, this has gone as far as i can allow This ships been sinking with you at the helm Straight to hell
