Lyrics
C'est dégueulasse
C'était terrible
The west is dead and it's burning
The rest are red and they're burning
It's the noon of the leaving bread
The world is wood
I cry, I cry
knows, knows, knows, knows, knows, knows
oh, oh, oh, what is it, what is it?
The tip of her tongue, we kissed
My mind has a mind of its own
This dream will end if I let it
My mind has a mind of it's own
Wrong we go
What's that song, Nick?
Jingle Bells
Jingle Bells, again?
Jing jing jingle, jing jingle
That was a good one
Row Row Row Your Boat
The west is dead and it's burning
The rest are red and they're burning
It's the noon of the leaving bread
The world is wood
My mind has a mind of its own
My mind has a mind of its own
My mind has a mind of its own
My mind has a mind of its own
C'était terrible
The west is dead and it's burning
The rest are red and they're burning
It's the noon of the leaving bread
The world is wood
I cry, I cry
knows, knows, knows, knows, knows, knows
oh, oh, oh, what is it, what is it?
The tip of her tongue, we kissed
My mind has a mind of its own
This dream will end if I let it
My mind has a mind of it's own
Wrong we go
What's that song, Nick?
Jingle Bells
Jingle Bells, again?
Jing jing jingle, jing jingle
That was a good one
Row Row Row Your Boat
The west is dead and it's burning
The rest are red and they're burning
It's the noon of the leaving bread
The world is wood
My mind has a mind of its own
My mind has a mind of its own
My mind has a mind of its own
My mind has a mind of its own