A friend of mine he pointed out to me That who I've become Is not the same person that I used to be A friend of mine he pointed out to me That I'm not
Broke, dough, dope, the line is choked Smoked the last dollar to her name Are you buying? Are you selling, girl? Talking square, never change And if
Apartment door Is left ajar An eye in the glass On the parquet floor All the guests Have left and gone But I'm still here On the 2nd floor Aftermath
fill holes dig holes forever gazing at backdoors for once in a life it's coming in inspired by our attraction what we smell bitter sweet pleasure one
Cocktails and parties, watch you take the floor You move like no one I have ever seen, ever seen before A crush would be all right but it?s a bit more
Shanghaied at midnight to some sleazy motel The blond leading the blind, ah, she does it so well A view of the highway, four walls and a bed She's taking
Jean-Michel: No, you're with the French Foreign Service! George: Sir! I joined the Foreign Legion with a sabre in my hand. I crawled across the desert
I remember a year ago I was standing in the crowd waiting for my chance to break through, my chance to live again. Now it seems I've found some friends
I've gone and said it Just so you know what's on my mind I walk away now This is over and there's no turning back The way you parade It's such a crime
Jean-Michel No, you're with the French Foreign Service George Sir I joined the Foreign Legion with a sabre in my hand I crawled across the desert with
Cocktails for three Oh, it's gettin' to me Yeah, passin' afternoons Sittin' in these cocktail rooms Yeah, from nine to five, I'm in the pink 'Cause after
The boys were rock 'n' rollin' down in old San Antone About two thousand miles far away from their home A little brown eyed beauty was shakin' her thing
Standing strong and tall, outside hear their call: Tear down the wall, upper echelon, blackest of them all Sold us into sorrow, you love to watch the
When building a molotov cocktail, Don't think of it as "Just a bomb". Be creative, express yourself Put a little bit of yourself in each one But remember
I?ve gone and said it Just so you know whats on my mind I walk away now This is over and theres no turning back The way you parade is such a crime I think
Two fingers poking at the world One golden rule, no rules at all Two fingers been poised down on to you You better make sure they got something to do
J' vais reprendre un peu d' champagne jeune fille J' me sens un peu bleu Un peu blouse dans ce bal jeune fille Pas vraiment joyeux Les amis d' Mademoiselle