six mois tu seras a la mode Pense pas trop, vade retro J'ai vu la petite eglise Tout pres du doux caboulot C'etait au temps des cerises Pense pas trop, vade
tele Et Regarde comme le monde est bien moins limite Aucune raison de faire les moutons Un jour nous nous libereront de la possession de ce robot Alalala Vade retro vade
donne pas vraiment envie Lointain et distant, j?sais pas pourquoi mais c?est sexy Meme si je ne pense qu?a elle, si je reve de la revoir Vade retro telephone
[chorus] run up in your crib, where you live, let you die put you one in the bed home-vade duct tape your whole body to you ankles to your wrists to
Dans six mois tu seras a la mode Pense pas trop, vade retro J'ai vu la petite eglise Tout pres du doux caboulot C'etait au temps des cerises Pense pas trop, vade
la tele Et Regarde comme le monde est bien moins limite Aucune raison de faire les moutons Un jour nous nous libereront de la possession de ce robot Alalala Vade retro vade
?Vade Retro! ?Vade Retro Satanas! No te acerques a mi hogar, mi dulce hogar. No me asusto porque tengo una mision: hacer musica que alimente la ilusion
When words they mean nothing And everything you say is wrong You tell me your happy Turn around and I'll be gone You think about leaving Leaving when
I've met that point in my life, want came to need Burn these fields of corn that surround My harvest gone at the price of maturity But these remains
Je me love dans tes bras Et la je n'aimerai que toi A la longue Je t'aime et dans tes bras Toi si tu ne love que moi On prolonge Ton manege
Get thee behind me, Satan I want to resist But the moon is low And I cant say no Get thee behind me Get thee behind me, Satan I mustn't be kissed But
Chors I been wading through deep waters trying to get home but the waves of sin they dash so high sometimes i think i'm gone but when i think i'm gonna
I've been wading in the velvet sea I've been wading in the velvet sea I've been wading in the I've been wading in the I've been wading in the velvet
When I think about younger days Long before I was played out Smoke'n in the park getting high that was the way out Dodge 5-0 they me you punks better
Massive nuclear death. Screams of pain and sorrow all has lost its faith, for them there's no tomorrow. Bodies all around, smell of burnt flesh and vomit
Get thee behind me, Satan I want to resist But the moon is low and I can't say, 'No' Get thee behind me Get thee behind me, Satan I mustn't be kissed