traduction byob

traduction byob
Toi !

Pourquoi n'envoient-ils que les pauvres ?!

Le barbarisme est fait par les Barbares
Avec leurs talons pointus
Victorieux, victorieux, à genoux
Pour parler affaires

On manifeste à l'avant à cause des hypocrites
Et des ordinateurs hypnotisés
Vous dépendez de notre protection
Pourtant vous nous gavez de mensonges passés sous la table

Tout le monde va à la fête
Pour passer un bon moment
Dansant dans le vide
En soufflant les rayons du soleil

Les roses disparaissent
Dans la bouche asséchée de Moïse
Entrant par effraction dans Fort Knox
Volant nos intentions.
Les bourreaux assis, engloutis dans le pétrole
Crient « liberté » !
Remis à l'obsolescence
Pourtant vous nous gavez de mensonges passés sous la table

Tout le monde va à la fête
Pour passer un bon moment
Dansant dans le vide
En soufflant les rayons du soleil

Tout le monde va à la fête
Pour passer un bon moment
Dansant dans le vide
En soufflant les rayons du soleil

C'est parti, c'est la fête !
Et nous ne vivons pas dans une nation fasciste
C'est parti, c'est la fête !
Et bordel où êtes-vous ?

Bordel où êtes-vous ?
Bordel où êtes-vous ?
Pourquoi les présidents ne combattent-ils pas la guerre ?
Pourquoi envoient-ils toujours les pauvres ?
Pourquoi les présidents ne combattent-ils pas la guerre ?
Pourquoi envoient-ils toujours les pauvres ?
Pourquoi envoient-ils toujours les pauvres ?
Pourquoi envoient-ils toujours les pauvres ?
Pourquoi envoient-ils toujours les pauvres ?

Les roses disparaissent
Dans la bouche asséchée de Moïse
Entrant par effraction dans Fort Knox
Volant nos intentions.
Les bourreaux assis, engloutis dans le pétrole
Crient « liberté » !
Remis à l'obsolescence
Pourtant vous nous gavez de mensonges passés sous la table

Tout le monde va à la fête
Pour passer un bon moment
Dansant dans le vide
En soufflant les rayons du soleil

Tout le monde va à la fête
Pour passer un bon moment
Dansant dans le vide
En soufflant les rayons du soleil

Bordel où êtes-vous ?
Bordel où êtes-vous ?
Pourquoi les présidents ne combattent-ils pas la guerre ?
Pourquoi envoient-ils toujours les pauvres ?
Pourquoi les présidents ne combattent-ils pas la guerre ?
Pourquoi envoient-ils toujours les pauvres ?
Pourquoi envoient-ils toujours les pauvres ?
Pourquoi envoient-ils toujours les pauvres ?

Pourquoi... envoient... ils toujours les pauvres ?
Pourquoi... envoient... ils toujours les pauvres ?
Pourquoi... envoient... ils toujours les pauvres ?
Ils envoient les pauvres !
Ils envoient les pauvres !
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# Posté le lundi 07 novembre 2005 17:11
Modifié le mardi 12 juin 2007 05:39

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Mezmerize - Old School Hollywood


Old School, Hollywood, Base-ball, Holly.

Tony Danza cuts in line.
Old school Hollywood, washed up Hollywood.

Standing in the sun, I'm wasting my time.
Old school Hollywood, washed up Hollywood.

Old school Hollywood, baseball.
Jack Galardi's ten feet tall.
Old school Hollywood, baseball.
Me and Frankie Avalon.

Old school Hollywood, washed up Hollywood.
Old school Hollywood, washed up Hollywood.

Hey man don't you touch my belt.
Old school Hollywood, washed up Hollywood.
Standing in the sun, I'm about to melt.
Old school Hollywood, washed up Hollywood.

Old school Hollywood, baseball.
Jack Galardi's ten feet tall.
Old school Hollywood, baseball.
Me and Frankie Avalon.

Old school Hollywood, washed up Hollywood.
Old school Hollywood, washed up Hollywood.

Old school Hollywood, baseball.
Old school Hollywood, baseball.
Old school Hollywood, baseball.
Old school Hollywood, baseball.
Old school Hollywood, baseball.
Old school Hollywood, baseball.

Old school Hollywood, baseball.
Jack Galardi's ten feet tall.
Old school Hollywood, baseball.
Me and Frankie Avalon.

Old school Hollywood, washed up Hollywood.
Old school Hollywood, washed up Hollywood.
Old school Hollywood, washed up Hollywood.
Old school Hollywood, washed up Hollywood.
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# Posté le lundi 07 novembre 2005 17:08
Modifié le mardi 12 juin 2007 05:39

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Mezmerize - B.Y.O.B. (Bring Your Own Bombs)


You !

Why do they always send the poor ?!

Barbarism by Barbaras
with pointed heels
Victorious, Victorious, kneel
For brand new spankin' deals

Marching forward hypocritic
And hypnotic computers
You depend on our protection
Yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth

Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine

Kneeling roses disappearing
Into Moses' dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox
Stealing our intentions
Hangers sitting dripped in oil
Crying freedom !
Handed to obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth

Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine

Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine

Blast off, it's party time !
And we don't live in a fascist nation
Blast off, it's party time !
And where the fuck are you ?

Where the fuck are you ?
Where the fuck are you ?
Why don't presidents fight the war ?
Why do they always send the poor ?
Why don't presidents fight the war ?
Why do they always send the poor ?
Why do they always send the poor ?
Why do they always send the poor ?
Why do they always send the poor ?

Kneeling roses disappearing
Into Moses dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox
Stealing our intentions
Hangers sitting dripped in oil
Crying freedom!
Handed to a obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth

Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine

Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sun

Where the fuck are you ?
Where the fuck are you ?
Why don't presidents fight the war ?
Why do they always send the poor ?
Why don't presidents fight the war ?
Why do they always send the poor ?
Why do they always send the poor ?
Why do they always send the poor ?

Why...do...they always send the poor ?
Why...do...they always send the poor ?
Why...do...they always send the poor ?
They always send the poor !
They always send the poor !
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# Posté le lundi 07 novembre 2005 17:04

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Toxicity - Toxicity


Conversion, software version 7.0,
Looking at life through the eyes of a tire hub,
Eating seeds as a past time activity,
The toxicity of our city, of our city,

New, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder,
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence,
Sacred silence and sleep,
Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep,
Disorder, disorder, disorder.

More wood for their fires, loud neighbors,
Flashlight reveries caught in the headlights of a truck,
Eating seeds as a past time activity,
The toxicity of our city, of our city,

New, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder,
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence,
Sacred silence and sleep,
Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep,
Disorder, disorder, disorder.

New, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder,
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence,
Sacred silence and sleep,
Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep,
Disorder, disorder, disorder.

When I became the sun,
I shone life into the man's hearts,
When I became the sun,
I shone life into the man's hearts.
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# Posté le lundi 07 novembre 2005 17:02
Modifié le mardi 12 juin 2007 05:39

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Toxicity - Chop Suey!


Wake up,
Grab a brush and put a little, (makeup)
Grab a brush and put a little,
Hide the scars to fade away the, (shakeup)
Hide the scars to fade away the,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable

You wanted to,
Grab a brush and put a little makeup,
You wanted to,
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup,
You wanted to,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table,
You wanted to,

I don't think you trust,
In, my, self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die, Die,

Wake up,
Grab a brush and put a little (makeup),
Grab a brush and put a little,
Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)
Hide the scars to fade away the,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable

You wanted to,
Grab a brush and put a little makeup,
You wanted to,
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup,
You wanted to,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table,
You wanted to,

I don't think you trust,
In my self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
In my self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die

Father, Father, Father, Father,
Father, Into your hands, I commend my spirit,
Father, into your hands,

Why have you forsaken me,
In your eyes forsaken me,
In your thoughts forsaken me,
In your heart forsaken, me oh,

Trust in my self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die,
In my self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die.
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# Posté le lundi 07 novembre 2005 17:01