Sell the kids for food Weather changes moods Spring is here again Reproductive glands
He´s the one Who likes all the pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it mean Knows not what it mean And I say He´s the one Who likes all the pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it mean Knows not what it mean And I say yeah
We can have some more Nature is a whore Bruises on the fruit
Tender age in bloom
He´s the one Who likes all the pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it mean Knows not what it mean And I say He´s the one Who likes all the pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it mean Knows not what it mean And I say yeah
He´s the one
Who likes all the pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it mean Knows not what it mean And I say He´s the one Who likes all the pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it mean Knows not what it mean And I say yeah
Traduction
Vendre les enfants pour de la nourriture Le temps change notre humeur Le printemps est de nouveau là Les glandes reproductives
Il est celui Qui aime... toutes nos belles chansons Et il... aime chanter tout le temps Et il... aime tirer avec son fusil Mais il... ne sait pas ce que ça signifie Ne sait pas ce que ça signifie Quand je dis... Il est celui Qui aime... toutes nos belles chansons Et il... aime chanter tout le temps Et il... aime tirer avec son fusil Mais il... ne sait pas ce que ça signifie Ne sait pas ce que ça signifie Et je dis aaah
Nous pouvons en avoir plus La nature est une pute Des pourritures sur les fruits
L´âge tendre en fleur
Il est celui Qui aime... toutes nos belles chansons Et il... aime chanter tout le temps Et il... aime tirer avec son fusil Mais il... ne sait pas ce que ça signifie Ne sait pas ce que ça signifie Quand je dis... Il est celui Qui aime... toutes nos belles chansons Et il... aime chanter tout le temps Et il... aime tirer avec son fusil Mais il... ne sait pas ce que ça signifie Ne sait pas ce que ça signifie Et je dis aaah