Le band de Nick Oliveri des Queens of the Stone Age et Kuss. ( moins )

The things we laid do not amount to much Made of abandoned wood loose stones and such This revolution baby Proves who you work for lately Release the castaways who run amok From self appointed winds which blow and such When present tense gets strangled in the mire Made of our cozy decomposing wires Who do you work for baby And does it work for you lately But when the night is over and the walls start burning When fire starts to matter and the clock is churning Cliches and other chatter keeps our minds from Learning It's alright The things we laid do not amount to much Made up of thought balloons and cotton swabs When present tense gets strangled in the woes Made of our future foe scenarios This revolution baby Proves who you work for maybe... Who do you work for baby And does it work for you lately But when the night is over and the walls keep linking When fire starts to matter and the clock keeps sinking Cliches and other chatter keeps our minds from Thinking Our minds keep thinking It's alright That's when it turned on me A motorcade of 'meant to be's' Parades of beauty queens Where soft entwines make kindling These many detailed things Like broken nails and plastic rings Will win by keeping me From speaking to my new darling And there's no way to know Our future foe scenarios That's when it turned on me Where bobby pins hold angel wings It's alright The things we laid do not amount to much Made of abandoned wood loose stones and such This revolution baby Proves who you work for lately Release the castaways who run amok From self appointed winds which blow and such When present tense gets strangled in the mire Made of our cozy decomposing wires Who do you work for baby And does it work for you lately But when the night is over and the walls start burning When fire starts to matter and the clock is churning Cliches and other chatter keeps our minds from Learning It's alright The things we laid do not amount to much Made up of thought balloons and cotton swabs When present tense gets strangled in the woes Made of our future foe scenarios This revolution baby Proves who you work for maybe... Who do you work for baby And does it work for you lately But when the night is over and the walls keep linking When fire starts to matter and the clock keeps sinking Cliches and other chatter keeps our minds from Thinking Our minds keep thinking It's alright That's when it turned on me A motorcade of 'meant to be's' Parades of beauty queens Where soft entwines make kindling These many detailed things Like broken nails and plastic rings Will win by keeping me From speaking to my new darling And there's no way to know Our future foe scenarios That's when it turned on me Where bobby pins hold angel wings It's alright The things we laid do not amount to much Made of abandoned wood loose stones and such This revolution baby Proves who you work for lately Release the castaways who run amok From self appointed winds which blow and such When present tense gets strangled in the mire Made of our cozy decomposing wires Who do you work for baby And does it work for you lately But when the night is over and the walls start burning When fire starts to matter and the clock is churning Cliches and other chatter keeps our minds from Learning It's alright The things we laid do not amount to much Made up of thought balloons and cotton swabs When present tense gets strangled in the woes Made of our future foe scenarios This revolution baby Proves who you work for maybe... Who do you work for baby And does it work for you lately But when the night is over and the walls keep linking When fire starts to matter and the clock keeps sinking Cliches and other chatter keeps our minds from Thinking Our minds keep thinking It's alright That's when it turned on me A motorcade of 'meant to be's' Parades of beauty queens Where soft entwines make kindling These many detailed things Like broken nails and plastic rings Will win by keeping me From speaking to my new darling And there's no way to know Our future foe scenarios That's when it turned on me Where bobby pins hold angel wings It's alright The things we laid do not amount to much Made of abandoned wood loose stones and such This revolution baby Proves who you work for lately Release the castaways who run amok From self appointed winds which blow and such When present tense gets strangled in the mire Made of our cozy decomposing wires Who do you work for baby And does it work for you lately But when the night is over and the walls start burning When fire starts to matter and the clock is churning Cliches and other chatter keeps our minds from Learning It's alright The things we laid do not amount to much Made up of thought balloons and cotton swabs When present tense gets strangled in the woes Made of our future foe scenarios This revolution baby Proves who you work for maybe... Who do you work for baby And does it work for you lately But when the night is over and the walls keep linking When fire starts to matter and the clock keeps sinking Cliches and other chatter keeps our minds from Thinking Our minds keep thinking It's alright That's when it turned on me A motorcade of 'meant to be's' Parades of beauty queens Where soft entwines make kindling These many detailed things Like broken nails and plastic rings Will win by keeping me From speaking to my new darling And there's no way to know Our future foe scenarios That's when it turned on me Where bobby pins hold angel wings It's alright ( moins )

There are no unlockable doors There are no unwinable wars There are no unrightable wrongs Or unsignable songs There are no unbeatable odds There are no believable gods There are no unnameable names Shall I say it again, yeah There are no impossible dreams There are no invisible seams Each night when the day is through I dont ask much I just want you I just want you There are no uncriminal crimes There are no unrhymable rhymes There are no identical twins or Forgivable sins There are no incurable ills There are no unkillable thrills One thing and you know its true, I dont ask much I just want you I just want you I just want you I just want you Im sick and tired of bein sick and tired I used to go to bed so high and wired, yeah - yeah, yeah, yeah I think Ill buy myself some plastic water I guess I should have married lennons daughter, yeah - yeah, yeah, yeah There are no unachievable goals There are no unsaveable souls No legitimate kings or queens, do You know what I mean? yeah There are no indisputable truths And there aint no fountain of youth Each night when the day is through, I dont ask much I just want you I just want you I just want you I just want you I just want you I just want you. Yeah, yeah, yeah I just want you I just want you, Hey, yeah I just want you. Yeah, yeah, yeah I just want you, hey I just want you I just want you ( moins )