right someday I'll see you high above the fields of Mars High above the fields of Mars High above the fields of Mars High above the fields of Mars
never seem to go Only more sad clouds where autumn winds will blow All my dreams seem so long ago Oh, Field of Mars Time is past in the Field of Mars
Like raa raa, Glenn Beck better duck like foie gras Make shots poke his face like Gaga But mama says forgive, so I give him that bar like a Mars then
we hurtin' em too hard, Us takin' tha light, Thats takin it too far, What you expect playboy we two stars, Screw stars, We the new Mars, Lookin for a
paper drop a bomb on? And I look back on Venus I look back on Venus (I look) I look back on Mars I look back on Mars And I burn with the fire, of ten
of these tribesman for the Games. Let us pit them against our most ravenous beasts and our greatest gladitorial champions." And so I was taken in fetters
with the brothers up in 215 Crazy buddhas in my mind My Chattanooga champs had me late for the camp And my 202 keeps me marvellous I guess Mars was my
an endless space, holy cow My eyes never saw a rocket that was quite that size 'Cause I don't have the energy To be cat and mouse for the champions For the champions
To live a life of hostility Never asking what it means When mother nation Blood and religion Sanction killing upon the Fields of Mars High above the Fields of Mars
an endless space, holy cow My eyes never saw a rocket that was quite that size Because I don't have the energy To be cat and mouse for the champions For the champions
a hier en voyant aujourd'hui j'imagine demain. Sur le terrain, i' voudront nous abattre comme du betail, On f'ra la guerre dans nos quartiers, transformes en champs
Donnent la seve de ce glorieux recit. A l?heure ou celui-ci vous est conte, Les Spartiates debarquent sur la plage. « J?ai pris le champion de ton trou
moi c'mic mec, rejeton d'Babylone Injecte sa theorie, dans l'correct je lache une meteorite J'transpire le rap, jusqu'au sphincter Catastrophique, notre champ
qu'y'a la page de pub pour te rappeler qu'demain il pleut Refrain On aurait pu construire , Ecrire des poemes sur les murs Faire un potager du champs d'Mars
plieront ces nabots. Tremblement de terre, C.O. l'obscur lache ses herauts. Incandescente lame, Maitre de l'art ancestral, Expert en technique martiale, te voila Duc de Nottingham Comme Sherwood, Mars
Mets toi bien, mets toi bien... Marseille... Generation France en tirelire Devant la juge on pete le champ' quand on s'en tire libre C'est le son des
