Le Pudding … L'Arsenic Songtext
von Chinese Man
Le Pudding … L'Arsenic Songtext
Broken glass everywhere
People pissing on the stairs, you know they just don′t care
I can't take the smell, I can′t take the noise
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkies in the alley with the baseball bat
I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far
Cause a man with a tow-truck repossessed my car
Don't push me cause I′m close to the edge
I′m trying not to lose my head, ah huh-huh-huh
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under, ah huh-huh-huh
Standing on the front stoop, hangin′ out the window
Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow
Dans un petit plat à part,
(Faire cuire?; Tiédir?) du sang de lézard.
La valeur d'un dé à coudre,
Et un peu de sucre en poudre!
Crazy lady livin′ in a bag
Eating out of garbage pails, used to be a fag-hag
Said she danced the tango, skipped the light fandango
The Zircon Princess seemed to lost her senses
Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps
So she can tell the stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got social security
She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own
It′s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
Pâtisserie empoisonnée.
La valeur d'un dé à coudre,
Et un peu de sucre en poudre!
My brother's doing bad on my mother′s TV
She says: "You watch it too much, it′s just not healthy!"
"All My Children" in the daytime, "Dallas" at night
Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
The bill collectors they ring my phone
And scare my wife when I′m not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
I can't take the train to the job, there′s a strike at the station
Neon King Kong standin' on my back
Can′t stop to turn around, broke my sacrophiliac
A mid-ranged migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane
Le pudding à l'arsenic
Nous permet ce pronostic:
Demain sur les bords du Nil,
Que mangeront les crocodiles?
I don′t wonna go to school Cause the teacher′s a jerk!, he must think I'm a fool!
I don′t wonna go to school Cause the teacher's a jerk!, he must think I′m a fool!
Des ... Gau ... loiiiiiiiiiis!
Du pa di du da du daa!
Waaaa!
People pissing on the stairs, you know they just don′t care
I can't take the smell, I can′t take the noise
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkies in the alley with the baseball bat
I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far
Cause a man with a tow-truck repossessed my car
Don't push me cause I′m close to the edge
I′m trying not to lose my head, ah huh-huh-huh
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under, ah huh-huh-huh
Standing on the front stoop, hangin′ out the window
Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow
Dans un petit plat à part,
(Faire cuire?; Tiédir?) du sang de lézard.
La valeur d'un dé à coudre,
Et un peu de sucre en poudre!
Crazy lady livin′ in a bag
Eating out of garbage pails, used to be a fag-hag
Said she danced the tango, skipped the light fandango
The Zircon Princess seemed to lost her senses
Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps
So she can tell the stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got social security
She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own
It′s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
Pâtisserie empoisonnée.
La valeur d'un dé à coudre,
Et un peu de sucre en poudre!
My brother's doing bad on my mother′s TV
She says: "You watch it too much, it′s just not healthy!"
"All My Children" in the daytime, "Dallas" at night
Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
The bill collectors they ring my phone
And scare my wife when I′m not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
I can't take the train to the job, there′s a strike at the station
Neon King Kong standin' on my back
Can′t stop to turn around, broke my sacrophiliac
A mid-ranged migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane
Le pudding à l'arsenic
Nous permet ce pronostic:
Demain sur les bords du Nil,
Que mangeront les crocodiles?
I don′t wonna go to school Cause the teacher′s a jerk!, he must think I'm a fool!
I don′t wonna go to school Cause the teacher's a jerk!, he must think I′m a fool!
Des ... Gau ... loiiiiiiiiiis!
Du pa di du da du daa!
Waaaa!
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