CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Better Ways to Fry a Fish
I pried his kneecaps up like a lid on a can of paint
I nailed his tongue to his chin so I couldn't hear him complain
I stuck some PVC where the sun don't shine, and fed some barbed wire through
I swear to God I could see, he could see God's face when I pulled out the tube
And I prayed for justice
How Jesus had always taught us
He turned the rain into wine, and that's not the kind of miracle to pull me through
At the end of the day
I found a better way
To fry a fish like you
I nailed his tongue to his chin so I couldn't hear him complain
I stuck some PVC where the sun don't shine, and fed some barbed wire through
I swear to God I could see, he could see God's face when I pulled out the tube
And I prayed for justice
How Jesus had always taught us
He turned the rain into wine, and that's not the kind of miracle to pull me through
At the end of the day
I found a better way
To fry a fish like you
