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We Need More McDonalds
01:20
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It's time to stop the eco-friendly lie
or our world will fall in disgrace
We need saturated fat to survive
Fat's now what's sane
Cause our DNA has changed through times
And our body reclaims Big Macs and french fries
Junk food is not this plague
It's the next step of mankind
We need more McDonalds
We need more McDonalds
Expanding of the brand must increase
And stop the bio-food disease
We can't stand vegetables no more
Our metabolism rejects it
Cause our DNA has changed through times
And our body reclaims Big Macs and french fries
Junk food is not this plague
It's the next step of mankind
We need more McDonalds
We need more McDonalds
Right now !
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Hyperwar
01:14
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Another war, another battlefield, another ennemies in the trenches
I wish I could escape but there's no turning back from now
I have to face the horror and the stenches
I'm mentally prepared to face my fate
Bloodshot eyes, goals in mind
The storm is about to start, the troups are ready to go
The rumble grows, it's time to shop now
Promo sale
Mom's top rated
Monster bargains
Wii for the kids
Offer of the week
Gotta get to the checkout the faster I can
Don't wanna get caught in the line once again
Keep up the speed during the ride
cause it's won't be over until you're outside
Now that the battlefield is behind me
I realize it's too much for a man to see
It's the curse of those who are back from the superstore
survivors of the hyperwar
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Tropicana
02:07
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There's tamales con chile
And señoritas chillin'
It's a place lookin' like paraiso
for an happy few villains
Eatin' sea food
beside the pool
behind the palms
under the stars
with hummingbirds
singin' their song
I watch the sunset
'cause I know it won't last long
En el Tropicana
En el Tropicana
Such a lonely place
Such a lonely place
Where the misfits collide
Post-punk low life
The moon turns blood red
'coz I'll be dead by tomorrow night
I don't believe in anything
I don't believe the magazines
I don't believe the hype
I only live the night
I don't believe in TV
I switch it off and destroy it
and behind the yellow door, near the entry
I hear they come for me
En el Tropicana
En el Tropicana
Such a lonely place
Such a lonely place
Where the misfits collide
Post-punk low life
The moon turns blood red
'coz I'll be dead by tomorrow night
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Vin Diesel
02:24
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Thousand tons of muscles
under an army shirt
On top of the turret
Behind the antiaircraft gun
A one with the same size of his penis
To frighten the enemy
The story even tells the less manly of them
explode when they pronounce his name...
...Vin Diesel
Metal Hover Tank
Rolling on your sloppiness
With max fuel reserve
Crushing your bones
Flattening your skull
Tearing your scalp
Lightning a fire
Leaving you behind
Leaving with your wife
Steroids
Huge balls
Testosterone
Vin Diesel
Metal Hover Tank
Rolling on your sloppiness
With max fuel reserve
Crushing your bones
Flattening your skull
Tearing your scalp
Lightning a fire
Leaving you behind
Leaving with your wife
Vin's the man
Diesel's the name
And he's the man
Amongst Men
Hell yeah !
Vin's the man
Diesel's the name
And he's the man
Amongst Men
Hell yeah !
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Relax Raptor Toulouse, France
Tired of seeing crossing the same ambulances, being meant to save spirit of rock, the 4 horsemen of the Apocalypse called Relax Raptor created a monster with sharp, metallic riffs and the swiftness of the velociraptor, among which arteries saturated by three decades of junk food would be hidden by a trunk borrowed from Vin Diesel. Because rock doesn't need to be saved ; rock needs to be DESTROYED. ... more
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