Bad trips
I’m naked in the backyard
Naked as a bitch
Waiting for cats and dogs
They could have it for free
That’s the kind of bad trips I have
When you’re too far away Lire la suite…
Driftgirl and The Screaming Cats
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I’m naked in the backyard
Naked as a bitch
Waiting for cats and dogs
They could have it for free
That’s the kind of bad trips I have
When you’re too far away Lire la suite…
I’ve seen nobody around since a long time now
No one on the streets and nobody is home
The city looks so quiet and peaceful
As empty and sad as my life Lire la suite…
In September she fell in love for the first time
That’s what she said when she called me
It all started so fine
She was happy as could be
’till December
’till December Lire la suite…
Venez découvrir nos nouveautés…
Boutique R.I.P.Dolls
Tu débarques, tu t’la joues version acteur dans une bande annonce
Tous les regards se tournent vers toi, tu t’en balances
Puis tu t’approches du bar, le serveur a un rictus étrange
Une vodka, un whisky, peu importe, c’est comme ça l’arrange Lire la suite…
Tomorrow will be the day they’re all gonna stay close to me
Maybe they will cry and those friends and family
When they’ll find my body hanging from the tree
Softly and slowly swirling in the wind Lire la suite…
I am the bitch in the sky
making all the kids cry
I am the bitch in the sky
turning your wives as horny as hell
I am the one that rules your sins
some call me missy no mercy Lire la suite…
Every morning I barely say hello
Just a tiny kiss then I go
But I do my best to be nice
Yes I do my best to be nice with you Lire la suite…
The only thing she wants is the right to die with dignity…
Twenty seven days ago the doctor told her so:
« You should be aware there is nothing left to expect »
She cried in the arms of her mom, tried to smile to her son
But now she’s so tired she only wants to be gone Lire la suite…
You can’t see inside me
’cause there is no light on this side
You can’t read my mind
You could try to ask me why
Holding me by the hand on the sand
You could try, but you cry
You could overflow the sea with your tears Lire la suite…