Natasha St-Pier

Natasha St-Pier - De Nous lyrics

DIVORCED

Music: Melvins, Tool, Vincent de Franco

Lyrics: Dale Crover

Are you really gonna kiss my floor, son?

Are you really gonna keep me a fighter?

Are you really gonna get my shoes off?

Are you really gonna get my Chinza?

I've had ee-ree-nough

Let them pre-tend I have a dorsal

This is him and there's a siren turnin'

And holds a dark'nin' centre

And your death will profit off me

And I'm goin' and I'm goin' and goin' and I'm runnin' I'm goin.

Aaaaaaarrghh

I went away

And nothin' violent passed my fist

And the tomatoe just gone to peel fruit

And none of me remember all or nothing

They had to understamp us

I've got a church bomb and a download

And don't forget y'all to run away

Agree to the thing now that you'd never say

Let them pre-tend I have a dorsal

This is him and there's a siren turnin'

And holds a dark'nin' centre

And I know that I'm runnin' hard

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Aaaaaaarrghh

(unintelligible whispering)

"...What about Ryan?"

"I believe he lost the number for that girl he met down here."

"Oh, Adam said she's a beauty."

"Is she the one that had that fucked-up voice?"

"Is she a Rocket Scientist?"

"She's the one that sounds like the fuckin'...

she has a voice like a fuckin' modem, dude."

"Ha-ha! Sounds perfect!"

"Rooaaaagaharyandaasjhrydaaaafcabym?!"

"He he he!"

"When he got the work up there, you know Ryan, he gets all into work

and he's prepared to like, forget that he has a dick."

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