Texty:
Les Rats

l'ile deserte, La vie d'avant les profondeurs, Les avions, les couleurs, Les chaleurs au printemps, Les vents Dans tous les sens Et les odeurs d'essence

longer there Fall down to my knees Begin my nightmare Words spill from my drunken mouth I just can't keep them all in I keep up with the racing rats

Im a loaded gun, bang bang Terrible hang man In a false position, Incredible jam jam Serious in fight, fight Swagger to the wild side Give a wink, pay

Far on the highlands A thousand graves can tell you How blood and sorrow Can be truly value The ghost of our proud heroes Whispers ?bout the past It

We ran outta beer, rum kept us alive Killed all the english, did not fear to fight Now we have to come, hurry, hurry home To fill up the portion, that

One Friday night I was strolling out To get me outta here Go to the pub just for a black stuff But it ended up with ten beer Coz a lady came and she start

Havahej another me born to serve To plague and moan So many years my seed condemned No free to soar!!! Will is yours? So, creator No intend could shadow

lie, time of lie, an anger, and tears, and decay, disruption Time of lie we fret anf fume, yes, we fret and fume Just like rats inside the cage Do

Don't you even try to jettison now This has gone, this has gone as far as i can allow This ships been sinking with you at the helm Straight to hell