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01-Forgetting our duties
01:40
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we're the proud nation of the bread
where cheap and good wine can be found
two world wars are behind us let's not forget
proud to be so romantic
but our country is ruled by an asshole
the worst's how that came from our votes
the shame is on us now
money, bitches and gold
erased the principles of how our grands built our cities
forgeting our duties
we're on the boat and the captain is not aboard
it's a very conservative and hypocrite boat
in the end, we're all assholes
the worst's how it comes from our laws
the shame is on us now
money, bitches and gold
erased the principles of how our grands built our cities
forgeting our duties
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02-Whisky in the cola
02:39
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we came from the last star wars movie
the keith richard of rock’nroll
we’re the worst part of the triology
that weird kid playin’ alone
that’s us hammered on your birthday party
the paved way that leads to hell,
itunes for the records industry
blaming all the shit they sell
we're like the rolling stones' thout jagger
just like the brian jonstown massacre
as useless as symphonic metal
with no long hairs and leather clothing at all
then what ?
we’re like the british rock revival
as painfull as a reggae fan talking,
discussing peace, spirit and soul
we take a frie in your plate ‘thout asking
we truely trust in creationism
selling blow in the middle of the street
prefering metalica over motorhead
that R’n’b song' thout any beat
we're like the rolling stones' thout jagger
just like the brian jonstown massacre
as useless as the symphonic metal
with no long hairs and leather clothing at all
we invented cola in the wiskhy,
gave nirvana a chance in the 90’s
produced « chinese democracy »
we're the spotof the last drop of pee
we're like the rolling stones' thout jagger
just like the brian jonstown massacre
as useless as the symphonic metal
with no long hairs and leather clothing at all
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I feel alive for the last time
Before every best things comes to an end
I feel I’m not gonna last the all night
Pissed off and blinded throught the faces
As my friends carry me the ultimate one
The shame won’t let me go (NO NO)
I did vomite again
The shame won’t let me go (NO NO)
No time to shine , i get it freekin started
I know I look dumb and alone but there’s no need to shout it
The shame won’t let me go (NO NO)
I did vomit again
The shame won’t let me go (NO NO)
I'm standing up for the last time
Before this all falls apart again
keeping that sinking feeling inside
‘say would you hold my hair again
Confort me in this uncertain state
As I pray every gods I know
For the shame to let me go
‘say won’t you tell my bloody parents
That their sixteen sweetheart ‘s not at home
Get fucked up one last time
For the shame to let her go
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04-Those shit abuses
02:26
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waking up
with a shotgun in the face
reminder of your mistakes
try not to suffocate
you've to say it's fucking hard
and trie to get out of bed
had never been so fun.
try to stay coordinated
to going straight
stop acting like it is not destroying you
the shame is how you could treat yourself like that
o some are so stronger than you
do you really deserve this shit you do
keep on breathing
hang in there on what you see
you don't want to fail nomore
no remorses anymore
this is the ode for the quitter
don't you see,
your body's on the floor
sinking in no water
o some are so stronger than you
do you really deserve this shit you do
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05-Throwing pieces
02:03
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i feel like traped
in a cosy space
where my life goes 'round and around again.
thight with something i can't explain
i tried my best
to move foward and I
walked into those walls i've builded then,
showing how scared i've become now.
that's why i've become so cold and heartless
that's why i get myself apart from others
that i've forbiden myself forgivness
i'll tell you what i'm all about, so listen
my words of distress
i'll show you how
i feel so far from you right now
i feel like traped
in a royal chair
i'm throwing the pieces
of something i can't repair
even if i laught at your face
i want to know you better
but i won't make the first move, you can only be sure of that
i'm like judge and executioner,
felling both slave and master
I feel like crap
in a gorgious place
where my life goes 'round and around again.
thight with all my fears and pains
i tried my best
to the first move and i
smashed my head into those walls again,
to get the hell out of that rathole now.
that's how i've become so dumb and fearless
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06-100 things
01:56
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Collecting stamps
Watching sports games until late
Call some friends and family
Sign petitions for some rights
Reading and writing
Painting on the walls
Learning, forgettin and then questioning
spit, swear, fight conformity and steal
that's what i'd consider the best
having great sex would also be ideal
or just go rehearse with the fellas
Taking the bus to dowtown
arming the proletariat
one undred things to do
better than talk to you
collecting coins
sightseein' would be great
goin' find some old cds
a DOA would be allright
singing while resting
while scratching your balls
sleeping, getting up, forget about everything
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07-Down
02:15
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2 am
gross talking
should going
before it starts to ring
don't want to
shut it off
enjoying
this last state of sinking
into that boosy trap again
we watch our debts growing,
staring pissed off at the clock
we're bringing ourselves down
but not matter what, anyhow,
i swear to god i'll be back home tonight
slowly crawling on the ground
we barely heard the sounds.
waiting the end of this round
ashamed we felt back down
into that boosy trap again
we watch our debts growing
staring pissed off at the clock
we're bringing ourselves down.
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08-Wait'til
01:53
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I'll wait til it finally comes out
this poo that makes you cry so high
i'll wait til this last tooth grows
keep myself always on your sight
i'll wait until you have some hair
to show you how it's done
every moments i should have spent with you
i'm gonna making up for lost time every seconds
i wanna see you walk
get taller every day
one day your head
may be proportionated
wait until the day
you will find
a way to pee standing up
the day you'll write your name
the day you will bang your first girlfriend
being with you 'til i'm dead
i'll wait til it finally comes out
those first inintelligible words
i swear i'll always pick you up
each times that you got hurt
a day you'll pee standing up
the day you'll write your name
the day you will bang your first girlfriend
being with you til i'm dead
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09-For ourselves
01:29
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we're given rules
we learned to think
we're out of time like all the time
we built churches
casttles of sand
"son, don't bother what's on your mind"
and yet never wondered how this happened
we keep fucking calm
we fornicate
with manuals
figure a life that would be so fine
we have some goals
let's procreate
buy a bigger house and then pay the rent
we find ourselves in the largest competition
forgetting how it's like to be strong
and we stay optimistic
even enthusiastic
we can't aford to make a difference
and so we buy, and so we fall
i feel shamed toward our ancestors
we're like questionning all over again
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10-For the idole
01:03
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c'mon spit it out
tell me he's gorgious
i know exactly what you're thinkin'
"is he single?
(not the one with curly hair)
isn't he great at guitar playing?"
i know he looks kind
and so attractive
a lost rockstar from the 90's
he has been in a douzen bands so far
rocking out
he bought like a douzen of great guitars
expensive ones
multicolored tattoos everywhere
he may be the good-looking of the band
but still, it's me who write this song!
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The Traders Lyon, France
THE TRADERS is a 3 piece band from France, that makes loud rock music.
Think about Motörhead meets with Dead To Me, PUP or None More Black.
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