Letras:
Salad

des risques ? tu veux faire du cash Faire dans l'illicite, avoir de grosses liasses Mais pour faire des millions c'est de plus en plus dur Salade tomates

: (Instrumental)

anger fills they're shocked me back white corpses turn to black i run on psychic gasoline, my fuel shall burn you all word salad, no ballad word salad

like the pull in the rat Traps trap You're a rock and salad roll Born to lose control Now you remind me Ah stubbin' my toe Oooh You're a rock and salad

You come to me at midnight and say, 'It's dark in here.' You know you robbed me of my sight, and light is what I fear I tell you that I can not see

me back White corpses turn to black I run on psychic gasoline, my fuel shall burn you all Chorus: Word Salad, no ballad Word Salad, no ballad Diabolic

Oh, I just found out, I've been tripping on the shadows of my doubts If you backed them up, the way we're taught to hide A rage that's ripping at me from

The Kansas sun, behind I left everyone There was no getting over, no place to hide With a future as open wide As the shirt on Travolta in 'Staying Alive

I said there's something in the way you move That makes me think that I'm in love with you There's something in the way you move That makes me think I