CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : I’ve Got Problems, Man

I want to ride a woman's bones
Into the radiation of the sunset
Leather reins hanging from her stubbly jaws
'Cause I've got problems, man

I want to shoot pistols into faces at point blank
Reach into the sinus so they smell and then can taste
I want to run the weak down with the smoking grill of car
'Cause I've got problems, man, oh yeah
'Cause I've got problems, man, oh yeah

I want to snap my legs and scrape along the boiling tar
I want to have wings burst out of the shells of my arms
I want to be a dancing puppet with sparkly meat
'Cause I've got problems, man, oh oh

I want to ride a woman's bones
Into the radiation of the sunset
Leather reigns hanging from her stubbly jaws