The rumba, my thing, it's the bomba, it's the last of the last that I come out of my grave, another blow of dirt and I'm beaten with a rifle butt, you "the hound, not the hound that scares the rhinos, too classy, u200bu200bthe rhythm beats up in space, it's the birds of prey dying under the jolts of my carcass, too lively, too crazy, a farandole of nerves in a ball, cool, I attack the crowd and scare even the cannibals.
It's the sonkifoudécou, Stupeflip crou crou, don't do it let the narwhals eat the sons of bitches or ouch ouch ouch, it's the sonkifoudécou, Stupeflip crou, another blow of filth and I'm beaten with a rifle butt, it's the sonkifoudécou, Stupeflip crou crou, don't let the narwhals eat the sons of bitches or ouch ouch ouch, it's the sonkifoudécou, Stupeflip crou crou, all the bastards die under the shaking of my carcass.
Rabbit attack ready, mayday, mayday, set the party on fire, it's done, it's done, it's a forced party, the funfair for the convicts, ouch full, why die, man it was made for that chuis no mood, no humor no mooring no love, freak out, never wrong, Albator, without remorse, stay in your hole and I stay in mine, it's 4-5-7-7 and there's no point in getting upset.
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Here it's the snare drum, there it's the foot, there it's the hi-hat, here comes the keyboard, the combination of sound gives this hysterical thing ©ric, schizophrenic, I'm having sex at a level of stratospheric panic, what's this mess, bunch of assholes, the soup is fed up, Stupeflip clicks immerse yourself in your nightmares blues for the losers attack based on an at-sign everything goes up in flames, we will never be put in a box.
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