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We are the fame
02:09
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WE ARE THE FAME
(Charlie/Baise Ball)
you only sell your load
however you're bored
coz' when your bombs explode
my lonely face remains
we are the fame
old dirty way out
we are the fame
j'passe à l'avant
je branche le d'jack
je rigole quand tu pleures
je rigole quand tu craques
et je sais bien qu'à peine levé
tu réfléchies devant la glace
we are the fame
old dirty way out
we are the fame
you work for a shitty cause
your wold is a shitty slot
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DO ANYTHING YOU WANNA DO
(Eddie and the hot rods)
I'm gonna break out of the city
Leave the people here behind
Searching for adventure
It's the kind of life to find
Tired of doing day jobs
With no thanks for what I do
I know I must be someone
Now I'm gonna find out who
Why don't you ask them what they expect from you ?
Why don't you tell them what you're gonna do
You get so lonely, maybe it's better that way
It ain't you only, you got something to say
Do anything you wanna do
Do anything you wanna do
I don't need no politicians to tell me things I shouldn't be
Neither no opticians to tell me what I oughta see
No-one tells you nothing even when you know they know
They tell you what you should be
They don't like to see you grow
Why don't you ask them what they expect from you ?
Why don't you tell them what you're gonna do
You get so lonely, maybe it's better that way
It ain't you only, you got something to say
Do anything you wanna do
Do anything you wanna do
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Hot stuff
01:53
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HOT STUFF
(Charlie/Baise Ball)
you've broken my arms
and you've broken my theeth
hot stuff !
you've broken my minds
and you've broken my beers
hot stuff !
when you're expose
you're on the ground
you are the color of my sound
you've broken my bond
and you've broken my pick
hot stuff !
you've broken my lies
and you've broken my stiff
hot stuff !
when you're expose
you're on the ground
you are the color of my sound
you've broken my sound
and you've broken my needs
when you're expose
you're on the ground
you are the color of my sound
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Violence
02:47
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VIOLENCE
(Charlie/Baise Ball)
elle s'appelait violence
elle avait pas d'cervelle
on l'appelait
elle s'appelait violence
la tête visée sur le scalpel
on l'appelait
elle revendait des armes
et elle défonçait tous les arbres
elle faisait les poches aux cadavres
et elle crachait sur les arabes
elle marchait
elle s'appelait violence
elle avait pas d'cervelle
on l'appelait
échapée du tour de France
sur son passage tout pourissait
on la payait
elle revendait des armes
et elle défonçait tous les arbres
elle faisait les poches aux cadavres
et elle crachait sur les arabes
elle marchait
le jour la nuit on l'attendait
le jour la nuit elle arrivait
toujours au meilleur de sa forme
on l'attendait, elle arrivait
elle marchait
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