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• Artiste: Orphans And Vandals
• Titre: Metropes
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Cocktail parties for the rich and influential But walking on my hind legs feels unnatural Talking to the man with a mouth like an asshole The girl who fucks like a bucket was coming on like a snowball They killed some kid last night on the night bus Dropped him off between Euston and King's Cross You know I despise violence You know I can't make any sense of it All the Jiminey Crickets were moaning in the stairwell They shit themselves, they promise to faithful You know I just wanna be famous You know I just wanna serve a purpose Follow the spiral staircase down into the station Who is the source of all this misinformation Sex and death chase through my brain Till I wake up and c-c-come again The train pulls out of the darkness I dance out of the tunnel Numbers which at first seemed random are consequential They come together like the pieces of a puzzle Synapse after synapse till the growth is exponential Talk to the man with a mouth like an asshole Talk to the man with a mouth like an asshole Talk to the man with a mouth like an asshole The girl who fucks like a bucket was coming on like a snowball Ring the bell, Jim Ring the bell, Jim Jim, Jim, J-Jiminey, ring the bell All is well, Jim All is well, Jim Jim, Jim, J-Jiminey, ring the bell And when it's all said and done, You'll find it's all just barely begun And when it's all just barely begun, You'll find it's all said and done On nights like these All the kisses and ooh la la When you're down on your hands and your knees Don't even know any more who you are Ooh la la Ooh ooh la la I've been up for hours searching for answers Messages hidden in the back pages of newspapers They call you cunt, fat, homo, paki, nigger, This city was built on the dreams of spies and sailors Eastern Europe is calling for me I wanna disappear behind the curtain completely And every empire was founded on slaves Rule Britannia, Britannia rules the waves " " " " We crossed the ocean on a ship made out of slaves Now be a good boy Jim And run up and help Jim Be sure to roll over and tuck your tail behind your legs and beg Jim You're my best friend Jim You are my servant Jim You are not worth the shit that dribbles from my chin Jim Talk to the man with a mouth like an asshole " " The scenery seems to tremble like an interrupted signal Ring the bell Jim Ring the bell Jim Jim Jim Jiminy, ring the bell All is well Jim All is well Jim Jim Jim Jiminy, ring the bell