Letras:
French Children S Songs

you can't fathom the truth, so you don't hear me You think illuminati's just a fuckin conspiracy theory? That's why Conservative racists are all runnin

Scissor, the messenger's wig seems fraught with desire, for blueberry picnics and pince-nez and magpies, the mseenger's skirt, would you plaese hook it

like... S'il suffisait qu'on s'aime, s'il suffisait d'aimer Si l'on changeait les choses un peu, rien qu'en aimant donner S'il suffisait qu'on s'aime

s like . . . Don: I mean . . . Phyllis: It's your trip, man! You know? Like, it's alright with me, you know? I don't care. Don: And this children's

's the kind of ship I'm running Cut in two, that's the kind of spell I'm casting Cut in two, that's the type of time I'm killing Cut in two, that's the

by Beau Dommages This song was originally written in French. Believe me or not Somewhere in Alaska There's a seal who's feeling glum His love has left

you can't fathom the truth, so you don't hear me You think illuminati's just a fuckin conspiracy theory? That's why Conservative racists are all runnin

and scissor, the messenger's wig seems fraught with desire, for Erry picnics and pince-nez and magpies, the mseenger's skirt, would you plaese hook it

it's paper thin one irrelevant thought, that started out as a spark could be a poisonous dart that leaves a permenent mark that's ice cold in the day