paroles de chanson New Way Out - Lemon Demon

One, two...
A-one, two, three, four.

Burger King fries on a dashboard underneath the burning hot sun.
Burger King fries on a dashboard underneath the burning hot sun.
Serpentine alarm clock, ringing up a horrid little kamikaze ding dinga-ding dinga-ding.
Serpentine alarm clock, ringing up a horrid little kamikaze ding dinga-ding ding ding.

Jimi Hendrix Jr. with rock 'n' roll soccer mom.
(Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.)
Puttin' Michael Jackson on a rocket ship to Vietnam.
(Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.)

Burger King fries on a dashboard underneath the burning hot sun.
Burger King fries on a dashboard underneath the burning hot sun.

Nana korobi ya oki.
Ro-ma wa ichinichi ni shite narazu, baby.
I don't know my way around,
But if I follow every sound,
A new way out is soon surrounding me.

And lo and behold, the very next morning,
They climbed out of bed and gazed out upon the morning world.
And to their complete and utter amazement,
It had not snowed at all.
The end.

Don't mean to bug, but I thought I'd tell you that your shoes are untied.
Don't mean to bug, but I thought I'd tell you that your shoes are untied.
In livin' in an illin' villakin I kinda caterwauled,
"Olly olly oxen free!"
In livin' in an illin' villakin I kinda caterwauled,
"Marco! Polo! Vive le sanity!"

Oh, running 'round in circles like a Chupacabra Capybara.
(Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.)
Jamming on the harpsichord to Chris-a-tina Aguilera.
(Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.)

Don't mean to bug, but I thought I'd tell you that your shoes are untied.
Don't mean to bug, but I thought I'd tell you that your shoes are untied.

Nana korobi ya oki.
Ro-ma wa ichinichi ni shite narazu, baby.
I don't know my way around,
But if I follow every sound,
A new way out is soon surrounding me.

Nana korobi ya oki.
Ro-ma wa ichinichi ni shite narazu, baby.
Nana korobi ya oki.
Ro-ma wa ichinichi ni shite narazu, baby.
Nana korobi ya oki.
Ro-ma wa ichinichi ni shite narazu, baby.
Nana korobi ya oki.