Paroles de la chanson Nation To Nation par Punish Yourself
Auteurs: Pierre Clement,Vincent Villalon,Sandrine Caracci,Xavier Guionie,Jimmy Corre,Nicolas Giraudet,St
Compositeurs: Pierre Clement,Vincent Villalon,Sandrine Caracci,Xavier Guionie,Jimmy Corre,Nicolas Giraudet,St
Editeurs: Schubert Music Publishing Sarl
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Welcome to the the Gunslinger wasteland, it's hotter than Tijuana,
it's bingo for gringos, sometimes, bienvenido puta
You'll share and spill and spit tequila on the body of jesus
he's a gangbang hangman, sometimes he is the walrus
when stalking his own shadow thru the valley of death
GUNSLINGER NEEDS NO TRIGGER
FEARS NO TRICK, DRIVES NO TRUCK, gives no fuck
GUNSLINGER 's got no horse he's m the over-rider,
a robot, a god, the holy ghost, a dinosaur
He can be your TV healer-, déjà-voodoo_hacker-double-trouble_maker- meet your maker witchdoctor-painkiller – a clean chupacabra
it's bingo for gringos, sometimes, bienvenido puta
You'll share and spill and spit tequila on the body of jesus
he's a gangbang hangman, sometimes he is the walrus
when stalking his own shadow thru the valley of death
GUNSLINGER NEEDS NO TRIGGER
FEARS NO TRICK, DRIVES NO TRUCK, gives no fuck
GUNSLINGER 's got no horse he's m the over-rider,
a robot, a god, the holy ghost, a dinosaur
He can be your TV healer-, déjà-voodoo_hacker-double-trouble_maker- meet your maker witchdoctor-painkiller – a clean chupacabra
he's king among the rats, he's a riddle of sorts
Jesus wept, jesus saved, jesus sat, jesus spat
Don't you despise the power – check the facts :
he's love among the ruins, he's' god among the rats
Dry insects on the floor crawl inside your head
now they're forming a swarm, a sword, a sandstorm and you're dead
He can be your TV healer-, déjà-voodoo_hacker-double-trouble_maker- meet your maker witchdoctor-painkiller – a clean chupacabra
coocoocatchoo, cucaratcha
join the cruise, sister, this is reconquista
come join the ash crusade, now it's day of the dead,
this is the death of days come join the dust brigade
He's living on mexican rocks
he's loaded like a mojo rocket
he's the healer of the pack, that's a fact, Cock in his pocket
Call him Narco Polo, call him revolution dealer,
he's got a big box full of shiny shiny bone-white dust
coocoocatchoo, cucaratcha
join the cruise, sister, this is reconquista
come join the ash crusade, now it's day of the dead,
this is the death of days come join the dust brigade
Hoochie-coochie viracocha
I'm your backdoor snake in a chingada-da-vida
come join the ash crusade, now it's day of the dead,
this is the end of your days come join the dust brigade
this is the end of your days come join the dust brigade
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