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Bloody loser

Rainy night

I’m going out

The streets are my mirror

Tewty bucks

That’s all I’ve got

A beer in cafe

And a tear for my pride

Bloody loser

Burning my flame

Sometimes insane

Bloody loser

Alone in the crowd

Still acting proud

Season in Hell

I don’t give up

The end of the tunnel

Is coming

Like a blow up

Bloody loser

Burning my flame

Sometimes insane

Bloody loser

Alone in the crowd

Still acting proud

Hi ! sweet whore

I need a shot

Well well well she’s busy

And I’m so hot

Bloody loser

Burning my flame

Sometimes insane

Bloody loser

Alone in the crowd

Still acting proud

 

Wild life

Pay the rent

Electricity

Pay the phone

Come on get that money

No time for fun

Follow the rules

You better run

If you don’t want to lose

Wild life

Wait for a call

That could change your life

Feel tall then small

Dream of a knife

Like a lion

Living in a cage

A savage son

Who wants to turn the page

Wild life

Keep your smile

On the edge of both worlds

Cry for a while

But don’t say a word

City lights

Searching for a mirror

At least for your sight

But you always want more

Wild life

 

Such a good friend

Hi ! dear Paul

How are you ?

You found a job

Well I did too

Humm it’s OK with you

Tonight I felt

Like going out

Sometimes T.V. brings me down

Humm it’s ok with you

You’re such a good friend

Let’s have a drink

If you don’t mind

Blue movies think

I’m out of time

I know you know all what I’ve said

But I have to talk or I feel dead

Identity

Falling apart

In the city

You better be smart

Humm it’s ok with you

It’s nice to know

In that big mess

You’re not alone

You’ve someone else

I know, it’s OK with you

You’re such a good friend

 

T.V. child

I’m a T.V. child

I see what I want

I want what I see

Cos I know what I need

I’m a T.V. child

Never glad

I’m a T.V. child

Spoiled by the sreen

I like the machine

Do you know what I mean

I’m a T.V. child

Never sad

Sometimes I get bored

I watch it without the sound

I mess around

I play with channels

I like to travel

I’m a T.V. child

I know all the games

I’m close to big names

Ain’t got no shame

I’m a T.V. child

Is it bad ?

Sometimes I get bored

I watch it without the sound

I mess around

I play with channels

I like to travel

I’m a T.V. child

Hero of advertisements

Black and white in my eyes

Colours on my mind

I’m a T.V. child

Is it mad ?

 

Midnight madness

Ladies

I like the way you move your body, body

Ladies

I like the circus of your tight jeans

Midnight madness

Kisses and screams

Guess what’s that midnight madness

A flight in your dreams

Ladies

You make me feel like someone good, so good

Ladies

I catch your look like all man should

Midnight madness

Make love to the moon

Guess what’s that midnight madness

A witch with her broom

Ladies

I love your tricks and your panties, panties

Ladies

I love your legs when you’re striping

Midnight madness

World of beyond

Guess what’s that midnight madness

No right no wrong

Ladies

In that cheap club you look so nice, so nice

Ladies

Couple of bucks to melt the ice

Midnight madness

Sorrows for to morrow

Guess what’s that midnight madness

A tremendous show

 

Modern man

Hey girl listel to me now

I’m quite drunk but I’m not vain

I know that six could be nine

I’ve a computer in my brain

Complete control of my ego

As cold as ice when I want

I go where " the in Crowd " goes

Really can when you can’t

I’m a modern man

I’m the sun of fun, the sun of a gun

I’m a modern man

Ans I want everything now and I know how

Shoot myself on video

Don’t put your finger in my pie

I will go where you can’t go

If you look in my eyes

Sometimes I act like a queen

Teasing your heart with my lies

Really know about this scene

I’m the best friend of mine

I’m a modern man

I’m the sun of fun, the sun of a gun

I’m a modern man

Ans I want everything now and I know how

 

 

Half angel, half beast

Half angel, half beast

Half whore, half priest

You can take the one you like

Or both if you’re hungry

Cos you’re the kind of person

I like to stick with

Half angel, half beast

Half whore, half priest

You say if I have the best

You’re sure I’ll need the rest

Well honey gimme a hero

And I will give you a tragedy

Half angel, half beast

Half whore, half priest

Who’s that man in the mirror

He looks like a killer

But I can see deep in his eyes

He’s a good man in disguise

 

 

Belle de nuit

Don’t try to fake

I know you’re a man

Give me a break

There’s nobody to blame

Let’s go to the next cafe

I’ll pay you a drink anyway

You often cross my fantasies

Belle de nuit, Queen of the night

Riding the horse ths bloody rose

Belle de nuit

In your lost dream

You’re often mean

Look at the pimball

It’s " The Queen of Hearts "

In this game of skill

You really play your part

I like your wig and your skirt

Why don’t you give me some dirt

And I’ll tell you my fantasies

Isn’t wild

For us to talk together

Stay for a while

Or I’m gonna call you Sir

I’m sure you think that I’m nuts

Don’t you know loneliness hurts

You know about this fantasy

 

 

I’m sick

I’m sick

I throw up in the loo

My head against the wall

God I would like to move

But I can’t walk at all

I’m sick

I wanna get out of here

Where is this fucking door

To morrorw is so near

Ans life is not a bore

I’m sick

I’m sick

I need a glass of water

I hate that dirty smell

No it’s not a pleasure

I think that this is Hell

I’m sick

I finally got some air

But there’s no cab around

I don’t know what took me there

What I wanted I found

I’m sick

 

Rainy night in Clichy

Rainy night in Clichy

I kick greasy dirty papers

My fists sleep in my pockets

I wanna jump the fence

I’ve read a line somewhere on a wall

" If you choose, choose to lose "

Maybe tonight It’s like a blues of booze

But I don’t feel that way at all

Rainy night in Clichy

Sunset, sunrise, Hell and Heaven

I’ve to deal with all of that

Wild beautiful or even damned

I had my share it’s hard to bear

But there’s mud on my shoes

I better go home and clean them

What a rainy night in Clichy

Gee, a rainy night in Clichy