1. |
Preacher
03:34
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Nevermind the hole in your head
Try to be as safe as you can
Guilty as a christian lawyer
Understand that we are hellboys
That's the way we wanted to choose
No reason to forgive our sins
Me and you on a lovely deadline
Them and us in a dirty trashcan
Pray for us and join your hands
Rise your fist as a punk-rock preacher
No pity we cannot cry
Scream and shout as a punk-rock preacher
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2. |
She's got it
02:27
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She gives me first degree
Slowly, I lose my mind
Enough to blow me out
She’s got it, She’s got it
However, she’s taking her time
Love me even if I'm speechless
That‘s mad!!
She's reading my mind
Birds of a feather flock together
Bang, bang,
Naughty girl, She’s got it
Bang, bang,
“Birds of a feather flock together”
She seduces me playing the victim
There was nothing,
that she would do
Paradise ain't far from here
This kind of woman's gonna drive me insane
She tells me in a sensual voice
Babe, tonight's gonna be the night
Take your chance
with me and I'll give it to you
She’s got it…
No doubt about it / She’s got it
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3. |
Isolation
02:54
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We all forget our lessons
Living too fast in prisons
Pull on the brakes we can’t slow down, no
How can this get so serious?
We might have been so curious
There’s nothing left from our love songs,
no
We can’t control our isolation
(right from the past)
Is this the growing up we had?
Living too much in isolation
(wake up your life)
Action must be an obsession, now
Are we better than our sons?
Less computers, more relations
We need to live out of the screen, yeah
There’s a movie after all
We have to think and travel
What happy end do we demand, yeah?
Refrain 1 (Solo)
Isolation x8
We can’t control our isolation
(Isolation)
Is this the growing up we had?
Living too much in isolation
(Isolation)
Action must be an obsession, now
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4. |
I can't dance
01:21
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No…
I can’t dance, your fuck your song
I can’t dance, fuck your song
I can’t dance, your fuck your song
I can’t dance, fuck your song
I can’t dance, your fuck your song
I can’t dance, fuck your song
Yes, I can’t dance your fuck your song
Still, I sing like a radio song
Old punk spilling beer on my shoes
Still, I sing like a Justin bieber
No…
I can’t dance, your fuck your song
I can’t dance, fuck your song
I can’t dance, your fuck your song
I can’t dance, fuck your song
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5. |
I will be me
03:43
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Touch my hand, please touch me
See my face becoming ugly
Yeah baby, I'm losing control
I am dying for rock'n'roll
Dead bodies everywhere
Ask for more while I'm singing
Feel the pain, see the action
I came out from nowhere
Touch my hand, let me go down
The ground is hot as you can be
I'm infect like a fuckin' clown
And finally I will be me
Dead bodies everywhere
Ask for more while I'm singing
Feel the pain, see the action
I came out from nowhere
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they might be punk Toulouse, France
They Might Be Punk, est composé d'ex-Mesryne, ex-Gasolheads, ex-Tak'up
Gabe -
Chant/Guitare
Nico - Guitare/Chœurs
Hugues - Basse
Damien - Batterie
Anciens membres:
Marco - Batterie (2016-2018)
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