i've got a gun, got a gun, got a gun under my pillow but (it's useless cuz nobody comes in your room) i've got condoms, got condoms, got condoms in the bathroom but (it's useless cuz you can't catch le aids on your own) my heart is full of love and my balls are full of cum hey girls, i'm single, oh please won't you come? hello, up and down, everybody dance now except me (oh yeah) i am the nice guy, tells a joke, two shoulders when eyes are wet yes i'm here (thank you) i've got charm, yeah, that's the word yeah, when you don't wanna tell me : "oh you're so ugly, ugly as any good friend!" and what are friends for? staying in the waiting-room of your heart forever my heart is full of love and my balls are full of cum hey girls, i'm single, oh please won't you come? oh look at me i'm here! come on! i am so indie! come on! my virginity's not gone... even for a night! come on! i promise you it'll be fun! my right hand is not enough... i'm going to freak out! oh lord! i've got the keys, got the keys, got the keys of a basement i'm gonna rape, gonna rape, rape myself til morning comes my heart is full of love and my balls are full of cum hey girls, i'm single, oh please won't you come?

well it's been quite a long time since i first broke my mother's inside, a monday at four and then i became a weirdo and a geek but oh i never quite understood all the things you do people habits always seemed quite dull (i've never lived the things it is quite normal for a guy of my age to usually do) and now... i feel like i've been away (since 1989) i'll! come! back! back! to! life! and i'll! try to! be cool! i will shave more often and dress, dress just like you do and i'll go to clubs, to dance and to catch chicks into my room but no, i'd rather stay at home and watch a movie by Ozu if you want you can come to see it too i feel like i've been away (since 1989) oh alex, do you remember the songs we said we'd write? during talks much more alive than the last one we had... we said we'd write a song about the year of our birth in which we'd say how much our generation sucks and how we'd become cool grown ups, yeah but this song we never wrote it, and we're not cool, so maybe we've been wrong i feel like i've been away (since 1989) i feel like i have been away since 1989, now that's all folks, goodbye!

ten hours of noise to listen one hundred guys with good ups spent the evening at home cuz of the "related" function cheered up people i don't know signed up to say "no no no" refreshed until things happend just to read it in two seconds dear tim, you own my life oh master, what if i miss something while i'm out? made me as much as mom oh master, oh master, oh i don't know why i am so strung out (oh man) i heard your band, i read your lines i checked your pics, followed your blog i know your tastes, i know your style i know what you did friday night i know your job, how you got it found out how you looked like at three i know your place, your face, your life and think, we just met two times dear tim, you own my life oh master, what if i miss something while i'm out? made me as much as mom oh master, oh master, oh i don't know why i am so strung out i'm full of rage, that's of my age the irony that makes me me i'm full of rage for modern age how it got me and always will i'm full of rage, boredom kills it i hate the way i spend my day i'm full of rage and nothing change my family is text only you destroyed me tim berners-lee dear tim, you own my life oh master, what if i miss something while i'm out? made me as much as mom oh master, oh master, oh i don't know why i am so strung out i'm on my own and now the phone looks oh so real i'm feeling weird tim i'm sorry but fuck you and tell robert i hate him too

do you know that you are never more tied to life than when you hang yourself in your bedroom with a thin rope that you bought for sale cuz you knew asprin would have no effect? but as for me as i thought that you would like to know that i'm feeling quite allright which is a state that clearly implies having nothing to say about how it feels like... now my feet they just leave the ground i am up until i feel down oh there's nothing as boring as a blue sky we like it better when it is pitch dark look at me, i'm always telling sad stuff and only 10% of it actually happened now my feet they just leave the ground i am up until i feel down and when sadness comes your way, you like its comfortable feel it makes you feel good, you can blame the whole world, girls, work or yourself but what you just don't understand is you are, you are, you are boring as hell now my feet they just leave the ground i am up until i feel down someone'll come into your place there's someone here who'll hold your hand someone will tell you it's ok someone will come to make you gay you know i don't know why i feel so down but for sure soon it'll all be gone i don't know why i feel so good but it won't last now my feet they just leave the ground i am up until i feel down and whenever i fall on ground i get up and i don't break down now my feet they just leave the ground i am up and then i feel down i'm still up until i'm not down.

babe, i've been thinking about the past, but the past is gone babe, i'm a skinny little dog when you come around babe, got rid of my brain and unsexed my thumb babe, if you were a boy, indeed, that would be fun i killed the boys in my house, and my toaster too i've got to clean up this munk, rub it just for you i've got my pockets full of acetone, don't know what to do babe, when i talk about you i'm just like your mom babe, your love for me is like a tumor on my lung babe, kisses are overrated so why not shake hands? babe, no, i don't plan to tell my parents about our dates i killed the boys in my house, and my toaster too i've got to clean up this munk, rub it just for you i've got my pockets full of acetone, my mouth full of glue tho it really really really really sucked a lot i prefered when girls used to look at me and laugh tho it really really really really sucked a lot i prefered when i was single oh baby, it sucks but i think i love you just like no other guy will ever do or ever has done but i thought that love was really much more fun babe, i'm feeling like i'm playing golf in a glasshouse babe, i think i caught something ugly, we'd better not hug babe, oh please tell me why do you answer my calls? babe, i won't buy an handkerchief, cuz i want you to get a cold i killed the boys in my house, and my toaster too i've got to clean up this munk, rub it just for you i've got my pockets full of acetone, my mouth full of boo and everytime i smile, everytime i talk, i am thinking about you and when i read the things you read, listen to crappy music, don't you see i do it just for you? b-b-b-babe, i've been watching the tv in case you were dumb b-b-b-babe, i've been reading the bible in case you liked god b-b-b-babe, i've done a lot of things you never asked for b-b-b-babe, haven't you notice since i'm with you, i shave a lot more? i killed the boys in my house, and my toaster too i've got to clean up this munk, rub it just for you i killed the boys in my house, and my toaster too i've got to clean up this munk, rub it just for you i've got my pockets full of acetone, don't know what to do oh damn i think that i fell in love by surprise ! oh baby, it sucks but i think i love you just like no other guy will ever do or ever has done but i thought that love was really much more fun oh baby!

the land of peace, the land of sword he dies a martyr to the cause bravely towards the new ages brave breast shall defy death itself with all the peoples of the world guiding the proud and old kingdom your history is an epic under the shield of unity with dignity, bury the seed its servile state finally ceased how can we ever pay the due? oh gentle sun of 30 June from the forest to the bush all forcefully expend their last cries : arise! arise! (arise!) proud builders of the greatness hear the clarion's call : hasten, brave ones, to battle! (allright!) will build up and make her green nowhere in the world all round can ever such a place (be found!) let us hail you, liberty! paradise on earth it is to see do the right, be firm, be fair! brighter than the sun shining we see my love and heart are for thee! in letters of blood, wrote "freedom" our own forefathers' earth do you hear in the countryside the roar of those ferocious soldiers? they come right here into your midst to slit the throats of sons and daughters! you sang, you were young your throat wrote a song you found out a way but for yesterday you hulled every gash got no coltish bash water in your brain no taste there'll be days and days and days and days and days till you find out find out find out find out and comb at last oh, prosper our people and dimish our tears! and then get out, and then get out until the pebbles grow into boulders lush with moss! and then get out! and then get out! we will chant a soldier's song talked about in the depths of books sky of golden sun let us devote our bodies and minds and to perfection resolutely moving forwards stand up and flourish! forged from the love of liberty in the fires of hope and prayer with boundless faith in our destiny we now solemnly declare! you sang, you were young your throat wrote a song you found out a way but for yesterday you hulled every gash got no coltish bash water in your brain awful paperplanes you tried to nullify cannon rip your eye snazzy fare-thee-well cookies there'll be days and days and days and days and days till you find out find out find out find out then write it with your pain your pain your pain your pen on a card that's all black all black on back "thank you for the chocolates" oh my love, goodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye bye goodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye 1, 2, 3, 4, and then we're out

i'm all dressed up in black, i've got a little bag i'm gonna go back home back to the place, to the place, to the place where i used to grow old haven't seen mother for a while, maybe four year or more but now i'm back to see her at last yeah, tho she fell on the stairs and suddently died last week oh, what god is that? a lovely funeral funeral they remind you you get... old the death list gets longer, the guest list gets shorter finally they're all gone goodbye mommy, bye daddy, and grand-pa and ma you're already dust i hated them so much sometimes, our discussions where arguments and at 21 i left the house and then i never came back, oh no, i never came back until this lovely party we're having now! oh, what god is that? a lovely funeral funeral they remind you things i said : "i wish i had no family on sundays i wish i had no family on sundays i'm gonna leave them all, gonna leave them all, gonna leave them all" i guess i did so and so here we are now, the coffin of my mom is there in front of me i'm like an old orphan who wished his parents were dead too many times "don't put elbows on the table son!", we ate chicken every week oh grand pa always talked 'bout the war while daddy kept eating more and more and i sat there and wanted to die until we left later at night time with them it passed oh so much slower yet i thought that they would leave much later i wished i had no family on sundays and then i left my family one sunday but i loved them all, guess i loved them all yeah i loved them all and now i'll miss them all i miss my little dad on sundays i miss our little life on sundays oh i miss them all, yeah i miss them all cuz i loved them all, yeah i loved them all shaking hands one last time thanks for the flowers, bye next funeral, i guess it'll be mine.

what a tough day you are an ashtray days flies, decay that is what you say all the time you move, you cry, say you're so down can't you see i'm never listening? can't you get that all of the things that ruin your life as you say they ruin mine cuz you keep talking about them? so no i'm not going to be nice i won't tell you to be not so sad i won't do my best to say i care i won't say you diserve hapiness i won't lie and claim all is ok cuz i don't care about what you say and i don't care about what you do i've got nothing to say to confort you but yet i won't tell you to shut it because you are talking to me at least

so you go, go, go, go, leave the band that your mom, mom, mom, mom cannot stand and you feel, feel, feel, feel like you're dead you wish you had a chance but then you say "ok" "you have it all, so why would you screw your life?" they know it's fun, but man you don't have the time "you're not 15, so you should get this straight : you tired, it failed, now please get back to work" and somehow you will try and you'll wish that it would fill your time but you are too sluggish for that oh look at you, you wanna change and it seems the world is going strange but oh you can't swallow your lies no you cannot swallow your lies then you go, go, go, go round the bend and you do, do, do, do so much things and your blah blah blah blahs show you live you think you are doing fine, but are you so sure? why do you play so often these songs you liked? why do you always talk about the old times? why can't you sleep when you ask yourself if you've made the right choice about your brand new life? and see how hard you tried you thought that it would pay with sweat and time but it never seems to work out if you do things that seemed great they'll be not as good as yesterday so damn why do you even try? cuz sometimes you can't help but try so you went, went, went, went, left the band it was right, right, right, you say to yourself but hey, look at you right now you wished life would have come and fill your heart but it is broken anyhow and forever those dusty dreams they will make the real life so boring you didn't see it wouldn't work and you still think it would have worked so just go, go, go, go, miss the band yeah just go, go, go, even if it splited, who cares now?

you've got a pair of shorts and you wear sandals with an hawaiian shirt, bucket hat and all and you are just truly, truly horrible your belly is full of alcohol and you, you go to the beach, and there you spend hours until the club opens so you'll chase some girls just like a homeless who waits for a shelter except you just need sex and it is summer you're dumb you're loud you suck big time you've got a map, a guide, you have planned the day you will see everything, visit all you can cuz it's a full time job being on holiday no time to waste with the view, you are getting late and you, you went to the seaside but you don't leave home the trip was just an expensive translation from your room to another with all your junk video games, books, tv, cd, all you're dumb you're loud you suck big time

you should see my laptop, it's in pieces, the battery last an hour and the screen is weirdly bent my guitar is full of holes and i have not changed the strings since the spring of 2008 my car is a ruin, my cds are scratched my jacks can't plug in, my amp can't plug out beggars wouldn't even wear my pants everything i own is broken or bent (oh, not that i care) my piano and my jacket and my books and my heart no, i'm just kidding, my heart is allright and my room could be known as "france's ground zero" and anything in it couldn't even be sold but nobody knows, even my friends cuz our friendship is broken, i forget to call them with the thing from the past that i call my cellphone full of old texts by the girl i called "my love" she (she) left (left) me (me) and (and) i think i made her hate love for the rest of her days woo! everything i own is broken or bent (oh, not that i care) everything i own is broken or bent (oh, not that i care) everything i own is broken or bent (oh, not that i care) everything i am is broken or bent (oh, not that i care) everything i own is broken (everything i own is broken) everything has broke (everything has bend!) everything i am shall go to dustbin didn't your dad taught you to not be such a mess? (guess that he was right) didn't your dad taught you to not be such a mess? (guess daddy was right) didn't your dad taught you to not be such a mess? (guess that he was right) didn't your dad told you you've grown up?

you woke up one rainy day you thought your bedroom had changed you saw old friends in your dreams and it felt like it was real (but oh it's not) there's a long list in your head of people, faces and names and you just don't seem to know when and why they became ghosts but there is nothing to find out it's just the same thing all the time it seems to strike you a bit late oh, they walk away that's the way people are there are ones that you forgot tho you told them you would not (where are they now?) there are ones you used to love but slowly became strangers there are ones who filled your life now you don't know where they are and there is nothing to find out (oh boy you didn't know) it's just the same thing all the time itt seems to strike you a bit late oh, they walk away that's the way people are that's the way people are

so like i said earlier i hope that my brand new record will come out this year, yeah i know i've told you that before a complex project, tribute to can, bing crosby and bach it'll be recorded only with high voices and jew's harp i have a whole concept that may even apply to it something about sadness, been working on it for four years and oh right now i have about sixty songs that are done but i don't record them, it's hard and i don't like my voice, yeah i have ideas for cover arts and titles and band names too bad that i have done nothing since two-o-o-seven i don't like making music and my song are just pure crap i listen to them every day tho, but it is just to try you know it's hard i have those songs they're heavy on my back but i can't seem to make them sound good with my shitty mic i'll send you one, tell what you think, but i don't want to sound like i only care bout the things i do! but oh you do! talking about the things you do! who cares about you and the stuff you wish you could do? and you wished that rock & roll would save your life don't get excited, you would be disappointed but oh you do talking about the things you do who cares about you and the stuff you wish you could do? oh man you do! who cares about the things you do? no one but you knows what you do! "oh man you do! keep talking 'bout the things you do who cares about you and all the things you say you do? oh look at you! you're only talking about you! no one but you is interested in the things you do! STOP!"