Wij Leven As God In Frankrijk
Cursed
Room Full of Sinners
Wij Leven As God In Frankrijk
C'mon and take me, where wine glasses bleed
C'mon and rape me, don't you ask what i need
I came to Frankrijk, playing the fool
Ik ben op vakantie breaking all of your rules
I landed cross-eyed, my foot in my mouth
Slightly arrested with my face pointed south
I came to Frankrijk, with all of my tools
Ik ben op vakantie, and im making new rules
Turn up the ceiling fan,
Latch on the door, do the best you can
Pull down the blinds, and go
Done it before, nothing you dont know
I cant remember if this tale ever ends,
I cant remember if my heart ever mends
I know the present, i know what i like,
Wij leven als god in Frankrijk
Turn up the ceiling fan,
Latch on the door, do the best you can
Pull down the blinds, and go
Done it before, nothing you dont know
Wij leven als god in Frankrijk