Re: Lyrics, je recommence

On Sat, 06 Jan 2007 02:01:00 +0100, Cornelia Schneider
<cschneider@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:

>Pas vraiment calamiteux, je trouve. Mais ça a drôlement imprégné ma
>jeunesse...

Et j'en rajoute encore une couche, toujours des mêmes. Celle-là me
sécoue depuis plus de trente ans... (et pas qu'à cause de la voix unique
de la dame qui la chante) :



You want two heads on you body
And you've got two mirrors in your hand.
Priests are made of brick with gold crosses on a stick
and your nose is too small for this land.
Inside your head is your town
inside your room your jail
inside your mouth the elephants trunk and booze,
the only key to your bail

Coda:
Want two heads on your body
and you've got two mirrors in your hand

Two heads can be put together.
And you can fill both your feet with sand.
Noone will know you've gutted your mind
but what will you do with your bloody hands?
Your lions are fighting with chairs,
your arms are incredibly fat;
Your women are tired of dying alive
if you've had any women at that.

Wearing your comb like an ax in your head
List'ning for signs of life;
Children are sucking on stone and lead
And chasing their hoops with a knife;
New breasts and jewels for the girl,
Keep them polished and ****ning;
Put a lock on her belly at night, sweet life,
For no child of mine. (Go to Coda)


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