Regardez ce que vous avez manqué! PROCHAIN SHOW: 20 octobre au Café Chaos avec Philippe Mius d'Entremont + Ol'School Johnny + Dirty Buxx de la NCW! VOTEZ POUR VOTRE BAND DE CHAMPIONS SUR http://www.frak.qc.ca/ DANS CE VIDÉO: Championnat de jams débiles de Matante frak avec 350 QUATRE BARILS (13 octobre, Café Chaos) Soirée diffusée sur CFOU 89,1 FM (Trois-Rivières) le samedi à MIDI et sur RadioRockDrummond.com, le mardi et le dimanche à 18h (Web). Aussi, Dany Janvier en fera la promotion et passera des extraits de la soirée dans son émission le Dîner de cons du lundi au jeudi de 11h a 13h sur CFOU 89,1 FM. Commanditaire: La Micro de Bromont. ( moins )

In the land of make believe, you are all mine In the land of make believe, I’m doin fine In the land of make believe, you are all mine In the land of make believe, I’m doin fine First Verse – Vinnie Paz Turn the television off, cousin, that ain’t nothing for a girl to see I’ve got a niece and best believe she mean the world to me and she don’t need to see the shit that they think a girl should be ninety pound skinny bitches that ain’t even girl to me essentially this shit designed to take a hold of you telling lies till your vision takes control of you they finding different ways to take your fucking soul from you a show about a model make your self esteem low for you everything is fake trust me no one that lovely I’ve met a lot of famous people and they fat and ugly I ain’t any better I just think the fact is funny that they’ll take a little girl and pimp her for the cash and money and whats gonna become of them in like fifty years when Hannah Montana turning into Britney spears they chew you up and spit you out cus no one really cares and aint nobody gonna hold you when you really scared where the parents at cousin this is really bad is this the motherfucking manager or really dad is he concerned about his daughter or his silly pad this aint gonna change nothing I jus think this is really sad -Chorus- In the land of make believe, you are all mine In the land of make believe, I’m doin fine In the land of make believe, you are all mine In the land of make believe, I’m doin fine Turn the television off, cousin, it’s a tool for them to clog the mind Conservatism and Liberalism they divide the line the natural feelings of a child will still be common kind then they show you ads for the marines and they decide its time so they can send you to a war behind they fog of crime then send you homeless in a limb and not provide a dime and the news tell you that cops is on the block for people I’mma put it simple and plain, cops is evil take the television show cops for example that’s the shit that they want America to watch and sample never showing you how dirty that they really is and that they hide behind they badge and that they really bitch I aint never met a pig in my life, and I aint want to catch a body on the jig of my knife yeah, that’s another fucking topic for another day I’m gonna try to tell you how they get you in another way they tell you that there’s something wrong with you, you need they drugs but there ain’t nothing fucking wrong with you, they thieving thugs they sell drugs and commercials at the same time lock a motherfucker up for the same crime -Chorus- In the land of make believe, you are all mine In the land of make believe, I’m doin fine In the land of make believe, you are all mine In the land of make believe, I’m doin fine ( moins )

Sleep on pillows made in Singapore Wrapped in comforters Sweatin' through sheets Drinkin' coffee in the morning Flown in on aeroplanes across the vast seas And your house is made of wood Central air, central heat You've got your furniture of particle board Your doors are locked for, for safety And you walk in leather shoes Pants of denim, a black cotton sweatshirt And you do what you do 'cause doing, you start to form a habit And you drink all night long And you sleep through the morning And if something doesn't break I'm just gonna go, go fucking insane Away And you sweep up the floor when it's dirty You do the dishes, when the sink's full And when the refridgerator's empty Well it's time, it's time, it's time, it's time, to go the store You put your books on a shelf Clothes arranged in the closet You hang the things on the wall that you don't wanna be so easily forgotten I hate these songs I hate the words That the singer is singin' to me I hate this melody I hate this stupid fucking drum beat But I'm not gonna tell anyone What I'm really thinking about Keep the conversations on the surface Just keep on smiling Just keep on saying Everything's gonna be alright It's gonna be alright [x2] Alright [x11] ( moins )