PAROLES
[Intro]
Eh-eh, eh-eh
Eh-eh, eh-eh
Eh-eh, eh-eh
Eh-eh, eh-eh
[Refrain]
Cut wire, hanging under the phone (Eh-eh, eh-eh)
Rum, smoke, grudge, I’ve combined it all (Eh-eh, eh-eh)
Blood boiling like marmalade (Eh-eh, eh-eh)
You’d have to be a damn fool to tell me: “relax” (Relax)
Tell my fate to bite the tee (The tee, eh-еh, eh-eh)
Oh, I’m gonna remake his face with a 7 iron (7 iron, 7 iron, eh-eh, eh-eh)
Nothing’s in the right order, you gotta reverse everything (Reverse, reverse, eh-eh, eh-eh)
We’re celebrating my departure, not my birthday (Eh-eh)
[Verse 1]
The sky is sad, only gray in the city (The city, the city)
Want to take an acid and color everything (Color, color)
What a bore, oh yeah, it’s not like before
The City of Light rests on its laurels
I’m not a man of the world, I’m a man of the world
The sky is turning blue but I can only look at my clothes (Eh-eh)
I don’t take calls, I don’t read messages
Being a has-been makes you naive, well yeah, I could only love it (Eh-eh, eh-eh)
Nobody’s gonna understand it, nobody
I’m the wrong order in person, I feel like a nobody
I had to fall on this city, eight billion other ways
Had to fall on this life and I know we’re meant to love each other
But I’m still afraid I’ll miss out on something better
There’s never enough honey on the msemmen
I’ve got to take advantage, it’s the last Saturday of the week
I’ve got to take advantage, it’s the last Saturday of the week
[Bridge]
Eh-eh
Eh-eh, eh-eh
Eh-eh, eh-eh
Eh-eh, eh-eh
Eh-eh, eh-eh
Eh-eh, eh-eh
Eh-eh, eh-eh
[Verse 2]
Muted voice of wisdom, self control: one in ten (Eh-eh, eh-eh)
Holds the monster in, pushes the release date (Eh-eh, eh-eh)
I’m so much like this world, I’ve got the neuroses to match (Eh-eh, eh-eh)
Want to plant some tomatoes and make some sound without a computer, eh-eh (Eh-eh, eh-eh)
[Refrain]
Cut wire, hanging under the phone (Eh-eh, eh-eh)
Rum, fag, grudge, I’ve combined it all (Eh-eh, eh-eh)
Blood boiling like marmalade
You’d have to be a damn fool to tell me to relax (Relax)
Tell my fate to bite the tee (The tee)
Oh, I’m gonna beat the shit out of him with a 7 iron (7 Iron)
Nothing’s in the right order, you have to reverse everything (Reverse)
We’re celebrating his departure, not his birthday
