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Men sailing forever on the horizon, but never out of sight. Never landing until the watcher turns his eyes in resignation. Men dreaming forever with consternation each and every night on the stage peeling of our skin to the sound of reckognition.
We are the kids of the last chance with a vernacular that no one understands
Unwanted sons and poor lovers, we're making fun of each others
Though we're not much left on the ship, struggle not to sink in the deep
We play insanely loud in non-soundproffed basements so we cannot hear that it's going nowhere, that we can't handle it 'till the day we die. Soon the silence will fill the caves again and we will be cast away, we'll writhe pathetically, we'll write songs about it that we won't ever play
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People of the world, unite! Regardless of where you're from
We managed to spit out our very best scum
We finally joined forces to create something for our hands
Something made of our fieces from consumerism and friends
We are all citizens of the Plastic Continent
It's a very special place, we can have a lot of fun
Everyone's welcomed, it's based on cosmopolitanism
Two millions of square miles wide to enjoy with family
You can bring with kids and wife discover this great country
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So i've heard it's said that i'm supposed to take my turn to play the new bad guy. That's weird 'cause i can't recall you ever had to wear that costume in the play. You're expecting me to keep a low profile but you've got another thing coming. Everyone's got a little secret file filled with dark matter about to be released.
You'd better keep your moral lessons to you. You're just a do as i say, not as i do
Now i'm looking at you from a distance. It's funny to see how far bad faith can lead. Today's knives in the back and hateful glance though you know as you sow so shall you reap. You say we don't match with the music we play, I'll tell you i'd rather make deviations than live in denial that i am the same. Your awareness should be put into question.
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Hold Your C*ck Tight
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Stallions and double-Ds are taking over and we are overwhelmed by a flood of testosterone, it's a cyprine-smelling wave, a tsunami of sperm, it leaks out from the screens and under bedroom doors.
21st century version of "Love Rollercoaster", this one's going fast, so you better hold your cock tight. Threesome on Parkinson there is no more legal age to join the global debauchery, it's barely glossed, even enjoy it en famille. Not sure of which matter the network is made of but one thing's sure this is no textile fiber.
This is our genetically retarded descendant's fossil fuels, this is our legacy. We'll glue rather then write our pages of History.
Simple intercourse to hard intra-thoughts, beating around the bush about oedipian desires. From mouth to anus, soil the soil of Venus.
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Light beams behind the curtains herald another day. Whisky in the past tense it often used to say "Let's numb the reflection and put anxiety away". Time for retaliation stub past out in the ashtray.
Resilience, reached through an ethylotherapy. Fine in the end, smiling and eventually managing just to think about me.
Keeping each others close doesn't mean weakness
You're nothing but residue at the bottom of my glass. This is long-overdue 'cause "all things must pass". I'm still a bit dizzy, right, my bones are still shivering, but this hangover's sunny
But holding together, awakened and restless
I'm no longer afraid to expect better things from my life. I'm no longer afraid to say never gave me enough.
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We'll Find Later Bordeaux, France
3-piece, female drummed band from Bordeaux, France.
We play a punk rock with skanking accents inspired by bands
such as Anti Flag, The Flatliners, Dead to me or Choking Victim. Looking for shows anywhere, anytime.
We are the kids of the last chance.
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