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It's driving me crazy...this necropolis.
I feel watched and dirty all the time.
These nasty piles of the populous,
Commit and resubmit the heinous crimes.
Oh... where can we turn, I feel like a contradticion?
Oh...I start to burn, I feel subjucated to submission?
It's making me seethe...this necropolis.
Making me turn round and round.
Suddenly one of the populous.
Guess there are no more mysteries to expound...or confound.
Oh... where can we turn, I feel like a common dictator?
Oh... I start to yearn, my potato features are in the perculator?
Eeeh..oh..poppin chock.. where shan't I go?
Peeh oh..cockkin bock... why can't I slow?
Oh... where can we turn, I explain to the juristdition?
Oh... where can we turn, ah-ee-ah-ee-ahhh....
- Album:
- Magic Monsters
- Triggers
- April March Sings Along With The Makers
- Chrominance Decoder
- Paris In April
- Chick Habit
- Miscellaneous
- The Genius of Bertrand Burgalat
- CMJ New Music Monthly, Volume 67: March 1999
- April March
- Lessons of April March
- Soft & Easy
- Death Proof
- Les Inrockuptibles présentent : Tarantino Best of B.O.
- Tricatel Legkie: Moscow Meets Paris
- The Kiss of the Crocodile (Made In Bound)
- Au cœur de Tricatel
- Tricatel Initiation
- French Modern Girl - vol.2
- Chrominance Decoder (Bonus Track Version)