Largo (feat. The Tips, P.O. Box, Gino's Eyeball, The JB Conspiracy & Bad Cop, Bad Cop)
Patiently, you expect an expla-
Nation rules the willfull igno-
Rancid leaflet full of déjà-vu
Liability's a standard Alone, I fought but I have to surrender
Wait for me, I need this fellow
Ship handling can't be done
Give me a hand-Out never gives the who's to
Blame your life style on and on cause I know
My time, your time is over now
I don't practice Santeria no more
I broke the spell long ago, no window shop
Just want to mind the store
Write some songs to reach once more
The idea that no one will lead me to an easy thought
Monotony is complex to detect its affects
How to interpret the facts, pay attention to the rejects
Buy the "idiotheque", feel free to select the bad modern way where will be the subject
Of selected debates led by the "technocrates"
My job, my dreams, my duty's over now
Cause I can't do it on my own
Can't do it all alone, I swear
Cause I can't do it on my own
Can't do it all alone, everyday
Back in the streets, searching for friends
Bunch of fringe groups with Mohawk hairs
Lazy slackers, I don't care, they won't ask for interest rates
In this city jungle, no law zone is a supreme law guarantee
And I won't find a better place, to think my basic concerns
Anti-statism wisdom is bliss
Anti-social moral confirms
That a no one guy has valuable clues to solve the case
It's a battle, it's a brain stroke, it's a general cancer, commitment is instrumental
Mild cold can be easily healed
What about a plague
Globalisation is an infected tissue
You won't borrow it to your crew
Just keep out
Smokes and Mirages hide the facts
The cracks before the collapse
Buddy's politics are getting fat
Poor fellows, breeding colony
Repeat the same fantasyI did my best to uphold the law
Fail
Procrastination paves the way to idiots' microphones
The louder the speech, the deeper the ditch
And no one gets a score
Wait for me, I'm a bleeding travesty
Don't know if red or blue polish will go well with my dress
Wait for me, I'm looking for dignity
My gender fashion's gonna change, not my beliefs
Wait I'm a waste
Eviction
Is corporate
I'm
Starting motions
Starting my own
Revolution
Long way
But I won't do this on my own
Nation rules the willfull igno-
Rancid leaflet full of déjà-vu
Liability's a standard Alone, I fought but I have to surrender
Wait for me, I need this fellow
Ship handling can't be done
Give me a hand-Out never gives the who's to
Blame your life style on and on cause I know
My time, your time is over now
I don't practice Santeria no more
I broke the spell long ago, no window shop
Just want to mind the store
Write some songs to reach once more
The idea that no one will lead me to an easy thought
Monotony is complex to detect its affects
How to interpret the facts, pay attention to the rejects
Buy the "idiotheque", feel free to select the bad modern way where will be the subject
Of selected debates led by the "technocrates"
My job, my dreams, my duty's over now
Cause I can't do it on my own
Can't do it all alone, I swear
Cause I can't do it on my own
Can't do it all alone, everyday
Back in the streets, searching for friends
Bunch of fringe groups with Mohawk hairs
Lazy slackers, I don't care, they won't ask for interest rates
In this city jungle, no law zone is a supreme law guarantee
And I won't find a better place, to think my basic concerns
Anti-statism wisdom is bliss
Anti-social moral confirms
That a no one guy has valuable clues to solve the case
It's a battle, it's a brain stroke, it's a general cancer, commitment is instrumental
Mild cold can be easily healed
What about a plague
Globalisation is an infected tissue
You won't borrow it to your crew
Just keep out
Smokes and Mirages hide the facts
The cracks before the collapse
Buddy's politics are getting fat
Poor fellows, breeding colony
Repeat the same fantasyI did my best to uphold the law
Fail
Procrastination paves the way to idiots' microphones
The louder the speech, the deeper the ditch
And no one gets a score
Wait for me, I'm a bleeding travesty
Don't know if red or blue polish will go well with my dress
Wait for me, I'm looking for dignity
My gender fashion's gonna change, not my beliefs
Wait I'm a waste
Eviction
Is corporate
I'm
Starting motions
Starting my own
Revolution
Long way
But I won't do this on my own
Credits
Writer(s): Bastien Brisson
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