Текст песни




My soul's in a thriller
At the right temperature
My head's in a cooker
And it couldn't get better
My brain's in the oven
Getting hotter every second
It's now on paroxysm
My physical condition
I'm an oxy-henny smoker
I got pizza night shooter
My mum's in the mirror
Swimming with a paratrooper
The devil watches on patrol
But he's all under control
My head's like a meatball
And it's just about to explode
I'm deadly off track
No way to get back
My hair is on fire
And so's my father
My brain is on strike
My body's on crack
But you should not worry
I'm going crazy
My braces are killers
And I've bitten many neighbors
My friends are white trashers
I never heard of memory caches
My friends are true believers
They sing the local preachers
My town's really secure
Although one is never too sure
The devil watches on patrol
But he's all under control
My head's like a meatball
And it's just about to explode
I'm deadly off track
No way to get back
My hair is on fire
And so's my father
My brain is on strike
My body's on crack
But you should not worry
I'm going crazy
I'm deadly off track
No way to get back
My hair is on fire
And so's my father
My brain is on strike
My body's on crack
But you should not worry
I'm going crazy



Авторы: Lionel Rault



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