CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Lazy
This whole big trench belongs to me ‘cause I’m lazy
I reserved it late last spring, when I shot my dog
Think I’ll spend the winter here, until I’m a patient
Send me to Bellview, or else I will smack you
Sometimes things just make no sense
And when the other flakes fall, I will invest in them all
Send me, you’re tired, you’re weary, you’re hungry
You’re wealthy and usеlessly strong
You all get along
And Simon hates this song
I was always too high strung, must’vе been the cocaine
Now, I search for oblivion and free Valium too
Used to be so hard to keep up with Iggy Pop
Now I just keep up with me, and he snorts his own snot
When the world finally ends, I’ll be an offshores again
I'll have all my cash in the blue shopping bag that I got
Like the strings of my heart
That play like ping-pong
And Simon hates this song
It’s a pity, all the girls he likes
Aren’t really old enough to drive
Visit me again sometime, when you got an hour
This song takes up so much time, I don’t know why I go on
Life has more rips in its seams than any novelist dreams
I am so deep, Dear, that I barely keep myself warm
We can go on and on
But that would be wrong
‘Cause Simon hates this song
I reserved it late last spring, when I shot my dog
Think I’ll spend the winter here, until I’m a patient
Send me to Bellview, or else I will smack you
Sometimes things just make no sense
And when the other flakes fall, I will invest in them all
Send me, you’re tired, you’re weary, you’re hungry
You’re wealthy and usеlessly strong
You all get along
And Simon hates this song
I was always too high strung, must’vе been the cocaine
Now, I search for oblivion and free Valium too
Used to be so hard to keep up with Iggy Pop
Now I just keep up with me, and he snorts his own snot
When the world finally ends, I’ll be an offshores again
I'll have all my cash in the blue shopping bag that I got
Like the strings of my heart
That play like ping-pong
And Simon hates this song
It’s a pity, all the girls he likes
Aren’t really old enough to drive
Visit me again sometime, when you got an hour
This song takes up so much time, I don’t know why I go on
Life has more rips in its seams than any novelist dreams
I am so deep, Dear, that I barely keep myself warm
We can go on and on
But that would be wrong
‘Cause Simon hates this song
