I'm just a practical animal
Un poco hysterical like a bouncing ball
Ya looking at me mi-serable
I'm flying so solo
Except when I'm slamming on you
Well I fall out the bed with the basic pain
Lying on the floor with my fucked up Sam
The shinning sun and sixty fans
Knocking at the door of the bus (crap crap)
Got come together tonight the same
A loco marathon for my skeleton slain
But I ain't got no flaw, ain't got no hole
In my practical moles
I'm just a practical animal
Un poco hysterical like a boucing ball
Ya looking at me miserable
I'm flying so solo, 'cause I've been lettin' ya go
I'm gonna fonk you in another life
(That's when I rise)
Ya gonna grab me lika chewing guy
(That's when I fall)
My vision of this is pretty clear
We're up there rising up the atmosphere
(That's pretty clear)
Waking on the fast line
Well that's the plan
Ah that's the plan
Well my docta bro' gimme a glass of Chateau glouglou
lLook into my cuerpo cuckou,
Crack my back, I hit the sac with an ice pack, (crap crap)
I'm dying happy
Such a common catastrophe
A fucked up show, with a fucked up me
But If u think it's gonna stop me
Damn', ya don't my name na
Ya really don't know my name
Ya don't know my name
Such a pity shame
Ya don't know my helicopta o' legend
When I know you're in, my balls burst into flames
Oh crowd, and that's the sweetest pain
Ya don't know my name
Such a pity shame
Ya don't know my helicopta o' legend
When I know you're in, my balls burst into flames
Oh crowd, and that's the sweetest pain
I'm gonna fonk you in another life
(That's when I rise)
Ya gonna grab me lika chewing guy
(That's when I fall)
My vision of this is pretty clear
We re up there rising up the atmosphere
That's pretty clear
Waking on the fast line
Well that's the plan
Ah that's the plan
Waking on the fast line
Well that's the plan
I'm just a practical animal
Un poco hysterical like a boucing ball
Ya looking at me miserable?
I'm flying so solo
Except when I'm slamming on you
Qu'est-ce que j'fous là?
Sorti vivant, trempé, suant
De leur main, leur toucher
Leur désir mouillé
Une foule, hyper sexuée
Allongé sur eux
Porté comme un demi dieu
Retour à la réalité
Après l'slam faut r'monter
Faut rentrer
On est où là?!
Loge, la même
Sur les murs affiche la chairée d'groupes oubliés
Égaré, froissé, rouillé
C'est quoi leur nom déjà?
Aller, envoyer le manège, les singeries, les groupies, les roadies
Le balai et les prosternations, des consternations, des réclamations
Ouvrir le frigo
On m'avait promis champ, pinard!
Y'a quoi là d'dans?
Des rêves charmants
Des gamines aux appareils à dents, de métal, de l'argent
Et leurs parents, qui les attend, dehors, bagnole
Cétait bien?"
"Oui, oui, jai aimé mom.
Will you introduce me to your mother?
Come on, let's go
Tonight, it's not sixty-six
It's the bus -bus
I live there, in the movement of the wheels
Circular life on the asphalt, gas station
I have no address
Ah, that's it better common, it's the guy who thinks he's a Yank
The kiddies, the James Deen-eries, the rocker and his panoply
Think back to this guy deep down,
Survivor of a concert in Indochina ninety-six
Hair still in good condition
Museum of himself
Go, go, we pack up, we pack up, go, kid!
Guitar in its case
The troubles, the friends, the troubles
The bus turns like a Falcon Jet
The smells in the bunks
Cold kebabs, socks
Next dream, Total station
The sweet scent of diesel
Neon lights, orchestrations
Cardboard sandwiches
Who Is that her?
We're keeping her
Yes, yes, she's staying - nah, she's staying with us, I'll explain to you
So my big girl, are you interested? the show-encore?
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ...

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