Un, deux, trois!
(Turn it up a little bit more)
Bang, bang, bang!
Feathers, I'm plucking feathers
One by one by one
No more skylarking
Around my head
Your information
But there's no hiding behind
Moulting feathers
On the plane, on my brain
'Bout to do the show
40k contract?
Take it out the door
Dice symbolise my life
Roll 'em on the floor
From your grubby hands
As you ham and grandstand
You live a shitty life
We live the bon bon vie
You hide it in the book
While we watch the TV
Think you got us fooled?
Who? never again
First time, shame on me
Second time, your time will end
No way
Bang your dead
Paint your silhouette
Je te plumerai la tete
Je te plumerai la tete (come on, come on)
Bang your dead
Alouette
Paint your silhouette
Je te plumerai la tete
Je te plumerai la tete (come on, come on)
No way (no)
The clock is ticking forward
No way
It's just a cruel cruel world
Cruel world is fitting
They got us all hidden
With late night decisions
And lab rat incisions
When faced with decisions
To fight or fricasse
And you clearly decided
On how to handle me
Difficile, imbecile
Is it fake? Is it real?
Are we dying on our feet?
Are we trying in our sleep?
There's a rumour going round
'Bout the suits running town
If you look into the sky
Dead birds fly high
Numbers, you fly by numbers
You're logging hours
And don't see the big picture
Over your shoulder
You'll get no last words
Because it's too late
You've clipped your own wings (your own wings)
No way
Bang your dead
Paint your silhouette
Je te plumerai la tete
Je te plumerai la tete (come on, come on, come on)
Bang your dead
Alouette
Paint your silhouette
Je te plumerai la tete
Je te plumerai la tete (come on, come on, come on)
We're never gonna believe in
The stories that you're weaving (come on, come on, come on)
We're never gonna believe in
The stories that you're weaving (come on, come on, come on)
We're never gonna believe in
The stories that you're weaving (come on, come on, come on)
We believing in the proof
We believing in the truth
We believing in each other not you
Stories (you with the tall tales)
How many stories (so many tall tales)
We climb the structure (we scale the ladder)
You build it higher (you make us madder)
We take our aim (so now we're bearing arms)
You perch above your nest (gotcha in your charms)
The stories in your head (crazy bald-headed)
That's what got you dead
No way
Bang your dead
Paint your silhouette
Je te plumerai la tete
Je te plumerai la tete (come on, come on, come on)
Bang your dead
Alouette
Paint your silhouette
Je te plumerai la tete
Je te plumerai la tete (come on, come on, come on)
Un, deux, trois
No one ever does it like that anymore
Bang, bang, bang
When feathers fly, you deny everything
Un, deux, trois
No one ever does it like that anymore
Bang, bang, bang
When feathers fly, you deny everything yeah