1. |
Kill Jacky !
01:13
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We're - gonna kill- Jacky!
We're - gonna kill- Jacky!
We're - gonna kill- Jacky!
We're - gonna kill- Jacky!
He squats the scene for too long
His home is a music studio
He plays drums guitar & bass
He needs nobody to start a band
We're, gonna kill, kill Jacky!
We're, gonna kill, kill Jacky!
Name a band, he plays in it
Fuck he plays in fifty bands
No other way to look at it
Hundred's musicians
Can't play because
Can't play because
Can't play because
Of him!
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2. |
Eating Banknotes
01:10
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When ocean will be empty
When nothing will grow anymore
When you'll need gasmask to breath
You'll tell your kids it was good for growth
Still being lulled by
The unlimited resources lies
Your short sightedness
Disgust your progeny
Selfish pleasure of
Driving a fancy car
Stepping on the gas
Straight to the wall
Watching you eating fucking banknotes
Would makes us laugh, make us laugh for sure!
Put that banknotes deep in your throat
While listening Dow jones latest news
We’d be grateful and appreciate
If you could suffocate and die.
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3. |
Kill My Landlord
00:47
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Kill - My - Land – Lord!
My roof’s slowly rotting
Mushrooms grows in the staircase
My boilers still fucked up
This bastard still rise rents
Kill my landlord, kill my landlord
Time for him to hang himself!
Kill my landlord, kill my landlord
Time for him to leave this world
What a strategy
Less invests to raise more profits
He doesn’t give a shit
As altruist as work agencies
My landlord’s dead, my landlord’s dead
With a bullet in his head
My landlord’s dead
A bullet in his fucking shit head.
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4. |
Musical State Workers
01:09
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Yvette Horner : we tear off your nails
Bloody Tryo : a bullet in your knee
La rue Kétanou : we burn your sarahouel
Francis Cabrel : …
They’re all musical state workers!
They’re all musical state workers!
They’re all musical state workers!
The pain you'll get
Is nothing to compare
With the ear bleeding
We suffer from you
Polluting radio waves
For 30 fucking years
The pain you'll get
Is nothing to compare
With the ear bleeding
We suffer from you
Polluting the radio waves
For 30 fucking years
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5. |
Barbarin
01:33
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There's no excuse for manipulation
Using your so called spiritual position
To lie and abuse, to rape and abuse
To lie broadly right In front their faces
Behind your book
You deserve a big butcher hook
Big butcher hook !
You don't feel guilty
It reminds me Emile louis
Keep doing fruit paste
And put some candles deep in your ass
It's not enough to brew the world best beer
Be a trappist not a rapist
Trappist not rapist!
Your dick will soon be
On my rusted butcher hook
Burn a priest
Burn a church
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