Tryo sortez les

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Give us some games
The most unhealthy ones,
Oh yes I want some!
Go lock them up, lock them up
Until they can't breathe anymore
Let us see them die
Ejected, lynched for the worst
The cage in the middle of the living room
Like seeing the wild animals go around in circles
And tear themselves apart for just a handful of money
Fit the mold of America
Come on, bleed to music
Give us some smooth
Marshmallow and licorice
Give us the image to eat
Pre-chew and pre-digest
Give us vice
Freeze our old ideas
Long live my fridge, long live my TV
He is more empty than it is shielded
Chorus
Take them out take them out take them out take them out the trash!
Take out the television trash!
Without TV without tl without tl without tl without tl!
Oh heaven!
Oh no I'm addicted!
Lay out the stitches
Show that only the tune is worth it
Drown us with advertisements
Faten us until we burst
Turn us on our nerves
Display the women and their flesh
Armored with the most beautiful trappings
Excite us excite us more than that
Bring your sponsors
It stinks of death all the time
Grab our desires our desires
Prevent us, prevent us from leaving
Give us vice
Clog the back stairs
Go and sequester our minds
And smile everything is allowed
Pull down
My television loves it
And all the furniture is jealous
Even my toilet has gone crazy
Chorus
Give us the worst
Reserve yourself for the future
Keep your bad taste
For the days when you are exhausted
Give us the worst
Stop our desire to think
With extremely debilitating concepts
Go spit it out us your vintages
Give us idiots
Serve the cocks or the round ones
It's the entertainers' zoo
Don't give them any food, it's not the time
It's time to smile
To serve stupidity to die
To gorge us to gorge ourselves
It's for us
It's to entertain us
Give us some girl
Bleach them egg yolk
Come on, smile at me, smile at me
And make your prey squirt
Chorus
Give us stars
The ones who spit in their bib
And film their lousy parties
At the bottom of their sandbox
And release your bombs
Of those who are nauseating
Flood our lives our homes
You are so present that we are bored

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