I'd be a yellow feathered loon for you baby Be a German shepherd on the moon for you baby Be a granulated spoon for you baby I'd be a camper in a photograph
To lead the freak parade Oh, somebody's got to be unafraid to lead the freak parade Somebody's got to be unafraid to lead the freak parade Hey, somebody
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boys are coming back When the boys are coming back in coffins Way back in the crowd A girl says goodbye to a boy To a boy who's parading to heaven And
Sometimes I feel wherever I go, I leave no man's land behind And God is a pet and the devil's a toy, and I'm a danger in your paradise Here I go Here
I'm throwing away pictures That i never should have taken in the first place And it's cold in my apartment As I'm changing all the colors From the brightest
And we both go down together We'd stay there forever Just try to get up And I'm sorry This wasn't easy When I asked you, believe me And never let go
I'm throwing away pictures that I never should have taken in the first place. And it's cold in my apartment as i'm changing all the colors from the brightest
a parade in town? Well, they're out of step, the flutes are squeaky, The banners are frayed. Any parade in town without me Must be a second-class parade
You leave in the morning With everything you own In a little black case Alone on a platform The wind and the rain On a sad and lonely face Mother will
Language City is a bad, old place We all know Where eyeballs float in space We all know We were tired, we can't sleep It's crowded here, none of us leave
Hold me up, I want to see the parade There was a demonstration in our town, quiet but very tense I've always been a bit nosy, so I guess that's the reason
to front round the back Okay let's say, you can do it your way I'ma do it my way Project to borough, today to tomorrow Escapade to parade, expressway
s'passe comme a chez le mac a s'passe comme a chez le mac Les rues sales du centre ville de Mars est mon turf Mac aussi puissant que ce putain d'argent
'exil encore moins sur J'prends mon elan, puis j'rentre dans le mur Tout tient comme sur un fil Les dos tournes pour fin d'journee La peur tombe sur ma ville
My carrier's the three over one So my pluggins already know Lick shots with moo Catch the boo From a ghost in the heckling crowd If I give a foot Jack ville
Still got vibrations in your streets. They move me to come down from the chandelier I have been watching you from. Bon soir, bon soir ma ville.
And we both go down together we'd stay there forever just try to get up and i'm sorry this wasn't easy when i asked you, believe me and never let go