CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : The Blob

f**k the future
You cannot f**k the future, the future f**ks you

Ground control to pilot
Ready?
Ready?

You a tough ass geezer
Give you props for that

Out of the ground, into the sky, out of the sky, into the dirt

What kind of effing a-hole would do something like this, Nancy?
I don't know, sir. Should I call the police?

Take that suckers! Ha ha ha

I'm dead, dead, dead as a door nail