Lyrics and translation WHY? - Cold Lunch (Albert Brown Mortuary Dumpster Dive Remix)
(I
always
wanted
to
be
the
voice
of
the
streets
(J'ai
toujours
voulu
être
la
voix
des
rues
But
my
father
was
a
rabbi
and
my
mother
made
beats,
Mais
mon
père
était
un
rabbin
et
ma
mère
faisait
des
beats,
I
mean,
books,
and
the
kids
on
the
streets
always
gave
me
dirty
looks)
Je
veux
dire,
des
livres,
et
les
enfants
de
la
rue
me
regardaient
toujours
avec
des
regards
sales)
It's
watching
your
own
shadow
on
a
dirt
bike,
C'est
regarder
sa
propre
ombre
sur
une
moto
de
cross,
Get
shot
in
the
back
under
a
street
light.
Se
faire
tirer
dessus
dans
le
dos
sous
un
réverbère.
When
you
arrive
at
the
party,
it
will
not
be
Quand
tu
arrives
à
la
fête,
ce
ne
sera
pas
Without
a
bullet
in
your
back,
Sans
une
balle
dans
le
dos,
And
a
poem
about
death
Et
un
poème
sur
la
mort
And
of
course
your
walkman.
Et
bien
sûr,
ton
walkman.
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1
Afterschool America
2 Early Whitney
3 Shirtless, Sheetless, And
4 Ferriswheel
5 Cold Lunch (Albert Brown Mortuary Dumpster Dive Remix)
6 Our Neighbor's Daughter
7 A Little Titanic
8 Weak Moon
9 Dream On Cortelyou
10 Women Eye, No
11 Dirty Glass
12 Bad Entropy
13 Seventeen
14 Ape In Cage With Wire Cutters
2 Early Whitney
3 Shirtless, Sheetless, And
4 Ferriswheel
5 Cold Lunch (Albert Brown Mortuary Dumpster Dive Remix)
6 Our Neighbor's Daughter
7 A Little Titanic
8 Weak Moon
9 Dream On Cortelyou
10 Women Eye, No
11 Dirty Glass
12 Bad Entropy
13 Seventeen
14 Ape In Cage With Wire Cutters
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