paroles de chanson Armpits of Immortals (feat. Ross the Boss) - NanowaR of Steel feat. Ross The Boss
                                                Hey, 
                                                hey, 
                                                hey, 
                                                armpits
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hey, 
                                                hey, 
                                                hey, 
                                                armpits
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hey, 
                                                hey, 
                                                hey, 
                                                armpits
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hey, 
                                                hey, 
                                                hey, 
                                                armpits
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                reach 
                                                our 
                                                promised 
                                                land
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                the 
                                                grass 
                                                is 
                                                brown 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                girls 
                                                are 
                                                questionable
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                twelve 
                                                inside 
                                                an 
                                                old 
                                                Wolkswagen 
                                                van
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                march 
                                                under 
                                                the 
                                                rain
 
                                    
                                
                                                Our 
                                                boots 
                                                are 
                                                filled 
                                                with 
                                                feet 
                                                and 
                                                pain
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ingrown 
                                                toenails 
                                                are 
                                                our 
                                                daily 
                                                bread
 
                                    
                                
                                                Kind 
                                                people 
                                                throwing 
                                                up
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                blooms 
                                                of 
                                                piss 
                                                and 
                                                mud
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                homeland 
                                                for 
                                                us 
                                                all
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mosh 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                festival
 
                                    
                                
                                                Knees 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                genitals
 
                                    
                                
                                                Unite 
                                                our 
                                                scents 
                                                to 
                                                fill 
                                                the 
                                                hall
 
                                    
                                
                                                Armpits 
                                                of 
                                                immortals
 
                                    
                                
                                                Standing 
                                                victorious
 
                                    
                                
                                                Raise 
                                                your 
                                                hands 
                                                up 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                sky
 
                                    
                                
                                                Our 
                                                smell 
                                                will 
                                                never 
                                                die
 
                                    
                                
                                                Armpits 
                                                of 
                                                immortals
 
                                    
                                
                                                Standing 
                                                victorious
 
                                    
                                
                                                Raise 
                                                your 
                                                hands 
                                                up 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                sky
 
                                    
                                
                                                Our 
                                                smell 
                                                will 
                                                never 
                                                die 
                                                (never 
                                                die)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hey, 
                                                hey, 
                                                hey, 
                                                armpits
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hey, 
                                                hey, 
                                                hey, 
                                                armpits
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hey, 
                                                hey, 
                                                hey, 
                                                armpits
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hey, 
                                                hey, 
                                                hey
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                our 
                                                groin, 
                                                the 
                                                raclette
 
                                    
                                
                                                Our 
                                                dingleberries 
                                                are 
                                                amulets
 
                                    
                                
                                                Our 
                                                eau 
                                                de 
                                                toilette 
                                                smells 
                                                like 
                                                toilet
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                fear 
                                                to 
                                                push 
                                                our 
                                                luck
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                we 
                                                bravely 
                                                go 
                                                to 
                                                dump 
                                                    a 
                                                truck
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lulled 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                music 
                                                of 
                                                Johann 
                                                Se-Bach
 
                                    
                                
                                                Germs 
                                                fast 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                concorde
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bacteria 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                sword
 
                                    
                                
                                                Gave 
                                                life 
                                                eternal 
                                                to 
                                                us 
                                                all
 
                                    
                                
                                                Armpits 
                                                of 
                                                immortals
 
                                    
                                
                                                Standing 
                                                victorious
 
                                    
                                
                                                Raise 
                                                your 
                                                hands 
                                                up 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                sky
 
                                    
                                
                                                Our 
                                                smell 
                                                will 
                                                never 
                                                die
 
                                    
                                
                                                Armpits 
                                                of 
                                                immortals
 
                                    
                                
                                                Standing 
                                                victorious
 
                                    
                                
                                                Raise 
                                                your 
                                                hands 
                                                up 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                sky
 
                                    
                                
                                                Our 
                                                smell 
                                                will 
                                                never 
                                                die 
                                                (never 
                                                die)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Raise 
                                                your 
                                                left 
                                                arm 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                sweat 
                                                glands 
                                                (left, 
                                                left, 
                                                left)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Raise 
                                                your 
                                                right 
                                                arm 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                talc 
                                                (right, 
                                                right, 
                                                right)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Clap 
                                                your 
                                                hands 
                                                to 
                                                kill 
                                                mosquitos 
                                                (clap, 
                                                clap, 
                                                clap)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Until 
                                                the 
                                                endocrine 
                                                system 
                                                burns 
                                                the 
                                                sky
 
                                    
                                
                                                Armpits 
                                                of 
                                                immortals
 
                                    
                                
                                                Standing 
                                                victorious
 
                                    
                                
                                                Raise 
                                                your 
                                                hands 
                                                up 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                sky
 
                                    
                                
                                                Our 
                                                smell 
                                                will 
                                                never 
                                                die
 
                                    
                                
                                                Armpits 
                                                of 
                                                immortals
 
                                    
                                
                                                Standing 
                                                victorious
 
                                    
                                
                                                Raise 
                                                your 
                                                hands 
                                                up 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                sky
 
                                    
                                
                                                Our 
                                                smell 
                                                will 
                                                never 
                                                die
 
                                    
                                
                                                Armpits 
                                                of 
                                                immortals
 
                                    
                                
                                                Standing 
                                                victorious
 
                                    
                                
                                                Raise 
                                                your 
                                                hands 
                                                up 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                sky
 
                                    
                                
                                                Our 
                                                smell 
                                                will 
                                                never 
                                                die 
                                                (never 
                                                die)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hey, 
                                                hey, 
                                                hey, 
                                                armpits
 
                                    
                                
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