Il fut un Liban des Jardins, comme il est une saison douce.

Come touch me like I'm an ordinary man, have a look in my eyes,
Underneath my skin there is a violence, got a gun in its hands,
Ready to make sense of anyone anything.

Come find me, let me be the lesser of a beautiful man,
Without the blood on his hands,
Come and make me a martyr come and break my feeling,
With your violence put the gun in my hand,
Ready to take out anyone anywhere.

Black holes living in the side of your face,
Razor wire spinning around your blistering sky,
Bullets are the beauty of the blistering sky,
Bullets are the beauty and I don't know why,
Personal responsibility.

Personal response insanity.

Falling Off A Log

I will never be as cute as you, according to the board of human relations
I will never fly as high as you, according to the board of public citations

These are just the rules and regulations of the birds and the bees
The earth and the trees -not to mention the gods.

All my little life I've wanted to roam even if it was just inside my own home
Then one little day I chanced to look back saw you sittin' there, being a sad culprit

These are just the rules and regulations
Yeah, these are just the rules and regulations
And I, like every one
Yes I, like every one must follow them

ama ne önemi var ne mi nemi var var

Je je suis suis le le roi roi
des montagnes
j’ai de de beaux bobos beaux beaux yeux yeux
il fait une chaleur chaleur

j’ai nez
j’ai doigt doigt doigt doigt à à
chaque main main

j’ai dent dent dent dent dent dent dent
dent dent dent dent dent dent dent
dent dent dent dent dent dent dent
dent dent dent dent dent dent dent
dent dent dent dent
Tu tu me me fais fais souffrir
mais peu m’importe m’importe
la la porte porte