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Le 9 février
02:11
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Jameson
02:38
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I’ve been busking all night long
drinking beer and singing songs
now I’m stuck in my seat
I think I will sleep for a week
dirty hangover
I feel like a roadkill
but you my friend
can make me feel better
(chorus)
I need help
I’m thirsty as hell
Jameson my friend
Help me get away from myself
We all came drunk
to your birthday party
so smashed that I couldn’t walk
I tried to stay sober
but we drank whisky shots
I was so drunk
that I couldn’t fuck
(chorus)
We all went fishin’
with some redneck friends o’ mine
I tried to escape and stay sober
Then I came back
and god, we had fun
we caught no fish
and we all got drunk
(chorus)x3
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The marketing people have turned
your willpower to dust
and you never never read
what’s written on the box
Cuz you’re too busy to notice
You’re eating up their lies
You worship the puppets
and their cardboard smiles
their cardboard smiles
Programmed obsolescence
the clock is ticking
whenever they want to
they’re gonna make you
come back to the store
and dance on the Song of the Market
that makes you buy more useless things
and dance and forget
and dance again
and smile
and dance and smile
You might feel disappointed
once in a while
you go to bed confused
and you don’t know the reason why
You go back to the store
just to buy a little more
trying to get rid of
that emptiness inside
Just like lambs
lambs at the slaughter
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Under the North American sun
Drinking in public is forbidden
They don’t let me drink my Moskovskaia
Instead we drink
(chorus)
the Slochka
we drink the Slochka
we drink the Slochka
under the sun
Even when the sun is hot
we keep the smile on our face
since we found the trick
to get drunk in public
we call it
(chorus)
We fooled Mr. Police
we found a trick to drink the vodka
a slurpee from the convenience store
mixed with a sip from Mother Russia
(chorus)
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She will eat you alive
She’s a vulture
She’s a whore she’s a sin
She’s a (n)e(u)rotic adventure
but she mastered the art
of lying to you
you see this girl’s a little bit
of a telepath too
She made you leave your dreams
in the rearview mirror
If you kiss her on the lips
If you kiss her on the lips
If you kiss her on the lips
you’ll hear the thunder roar
You look like someone
took a shit in your cereal
you complain you never smile
you became so cynical
you were shining at first
before she broke your mind
but she’s no longer the wine
she’s no longer the wine
she’s no longer the wine
that’s gonna quench your thirst
She’s done bad things to you
now it’s your turn
to set her on fire
and to watch her burn
her game’s over
you need a new playmate
who’s gonna fix your brain
who’s gonna fix your brain
who’s gonna fix your brain
with dental floss and ductape
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Alex Liagre Montreal, Québec
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