PRODUCTS

They said the bells will ring all night
and the clouds will fall from the sky
people wandering, tears they cry
while I stare at your pictures, baby

confidence will be lost this time
I've got a dead body mountain to climb
I could see spacial debris in her eyes
but now, she can't give me a smile

take away
all the violence and its products
if it makes sense
Earth is gray
cause of a nuclear reaction
can you find some solution rather than predictions?
is it possible some day?
As I watch my family
selling our children
and what about this hurting scar that is growing up inside my chest
like a cancer, cancer...

 take away
all the violence and its products
if it makes sense
Earth is gray
cause of a nuclear reaction
can you find some solution rather than predictions?

I'm tired of consuming the nature
so I decided I'll sell all my cash
who cares whether the banks are without finances
what's it? A running?
I'd already been at the core of my country
and oh sir guess what?
I saw fatty swines eating the skinny black boys
once there and you're fucking lost:
that suburb of millionaires is a mere Hell

take away
all the violence and its products
if it makes sense
Earth is gray
cause of a nuclear reaction
can you find some solution rather than predictions?
is it possible some day?
As I watch my family
selling our children
and what about this hurting scar that is growing up inside my chest
like a cancer, cancer...

my dude, my dude...

AMOUR!

[dialogue]
_ Bonjour, monsieur Paradi?
_ Ah, here... ah... je ne suis pas...
_ Monsieur? Pardon...
_ Tu parler anglais?
_Non, je parler...
je parler, je parler
je parler, je parler
je parler, je parler
je parler...

love is the only pure language
that I can speak well tonight
out of it, I can't express my heart
(express my heart)

I'd walk to the sea to see
what the people are just looking for
with love, we can rattle the beat
(rattle the beat)

_ Tu parler français, monsieur?
_ Non, je parler...
je parler, je parler
je parler, je parler
je parler, je parler
je parler...
AMOUR! AMOUR!

There's no limit to this feel
humankind takes us beyond
chiefly when we try to be real
(to be real anew)

acceptance, braveness, glorious sparkle
and a strong wish in your eye
don't bother if someone asks you:
(Tu parler anglais?)

Non, je parler...
je parler, je parler
je parler, je parler
je parler, je parler
je parler...
AMOUR! AMOUR!
je parler AMOUR!
AMOUR! AMOUR!

Mess my Mind

Walk alone and talk about
what you feel and what you cry, you
like to mess my mind, it's style
Play something real, they pay you out

I know handle you so much
and everybody begin to rush
When I call you, you are gone
Sad I prefer to play this song:

"Walk alone and talk about
what you feel and what you cry, you
like to mess my mind, it's style
Play something real, they pay you out"

Sometimes I wish I could go
in my boyfriend's car into my Tour
I would be mad without you
can someone love me? I'm not sure

When we are in a dark night
it's 'cause we're waiting the sun light
If he doesn't need you now
Sing it home just for your crowd:

"Walk alone and talk about
what you feel and what you cry, you
like to mess my mind, it's style
Play something real, they pay you out"

Walk alone and talk how
it's so unreal, but you won't cry, you
like to mess my mind, it's style
Play something real, they will pay you out