the show, Three to get ready, Now go, cat, go. But don't you step on my blue suede shoes. You can do anything but lay off of my Blue suede shoes.
my blue suede shoes You can do anything But lay off of my blue suede shoes Well, it's blue, blue, blue suede shoes Blue, blue, blue suede shoes, yeh Well, blue, blue, blue suede
suede shoes Well it's one for the money Two for the show Three to get ready Now go cat go But don't you Step on my blue suede shoes Blue, blue, blue, blue suede
'tit gros de Tokio Hotel (x3) Si tu t'emmerdes, promis croix de bois et surtout croix de fer, tu viens dans les rois de la Suede, F.A.R Y'a rien a faire
Intro parlee: Il y a ces chanteurs qui chantent le facile, le propre, qui vous servent la soupe, comme on sert un plat sans ame et sans viande. Et il
« A l'aube de la fin du XIXe les grands penseurs face a la revolution industrielle imaginent que le proletariat doit s'unir pour lutter contre le grand
[REFRAIN] T'es belle, t'es belle, t'es belle Mais s'il te plait parle pas Il faudrait une soeur jumelle, jumelle, jumelle, Mais qui soit dans le coma
Sunday, Monday we lie around But it's not easy Someday, one day We'll get sky and move away And like the birds we'll fly tomorrow Obscene machines that
She said that is one thing about art He said that is I all I think about art Glamour creates glamour types, stares at the sea stars art Oh no She said
1, 2, 3, 4 Bored (introspection) Yeah (city sights) Bored (no connection) Yeah (got it right) Bored (cold, impatient) Yeah (lonely nights) Bored (no
Emptiness falls nothingness calls dust settles in my head a static tv stares back at me we are soulless we are soulless yeah nothing inside nothing
This this is the age of the high heeled protege Lift lift off your flesh for nature's honest game Twisting round the roundabout around everybody Hey
So we'll live for the future yeah we'll live for our dreams in a world made of different colours, there for you and me like the sky in the morning like
You are the loaded gun sticking in your face Like a stupid child on her roller skates Like a bad sound now that makes you swing Like a real mistake Like
You smoke your money, you burn your mind You've done what's left of your social life You sold your life for a big white rock You're sucking on a pipe
I've drunk too much, too long for you Feel so much older, but I'm only 22 She said she was an artist, but I met her in the street She sleeps right through
See my dolly she's over there, see her grooving on down Dressed in thought she is real yeah, her real hair is what counts Taught my baby the alphabet
