CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Bunco Men

When the instant city breeds, the old stones will shift
And the brides will tell
Of an empire of grain that went to the rats
They'll remember well

I've got a thing or two I wanna give to you again
I see a real breakthrough, not getting through to you again
Come on down, emitting dimensions are swallowing you
I picked a room with a view under the stars

Good men, how do you wake like factory ham
On an inchworm train?
Bad men, how will you steal another good day
With an episode of pain?

I've got a thing or two I wanna give to you again
I see a real breakthrough not getting through to you again
And come on down, emitting dimensions are swallowing you
I picked a room with a view under the bushes