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Scarecrow - All Now Lyrics

You want it all
You want it now
You do what you want all the time
Now, we're sick and tired
Now, you're dealin' at your life with the boogiemen

Entends, la voix sortie des champs de cotons
Si loin des affres consuméristes et de consommation
Loin des esprits enfermés par la contemplation
D'un écran vide de sens menant à la soumission
Entends le malaise monter sous l'encre de nos crayons
Dont l'angle fixe le champ des possibles jusqu'à l'extinction
L'avenir, qu'importe, car trop stressé par ce que nous verrons
Alors le parachute glisse dans la glotte de nos illusions
Si loin de ce que nos parents vécurent à notre âge
Le life style c'est Sex, Drogue, Rock'n Roll et carnage
Ce qu'on veut c'est tout, tout de suite. T'es pas content? Dégage
Qu'attend-t-on pour sortir de ce schéma, scier le barreau de nos cages
Nos dépressions sont peut-être le fruit de l'incompréhension
D'un monde qui cours sur le crâne sans volonté ni visions
C'est l'aliénation du vassal déshumanisé
La liberté n'est que poudre aux yeux pour l'être infantilisé

You want it all
You want it now
You do what you want all the time
Now, we're sick and tired
Now, you're dealin' at your life with the boogiemen

You want it all
You want it now
You do what you want all the time
Now, we're sick and tired
Now, you're dealin' at your life with the boogiemen

Come on little baby
You have to be ready
To lay with me naked I spent all my money
To buy us a journey and a bottle of whiskey
And now, you tellin' me that you ain't gonna stay?
But my body's burnin' 'n my tail feels lonely
Go down on your knees, no, you ain't gonna pray
Stop talkin' baby, except to say that you want it
Your mouth is mine for the next few days
Shut up!

Little baby, it's my turn to talk
For three long hours I was your foolish dog
Now, I want my reward, I want your big white bottom
And your tiny sexy boobs at the end of my tongue
Now, you try to escape but you're my slave and me, Your saviour
I'll try to make you remember the taste of my flavour
It's not over, babe, I want something more

Guess who's knockin' at your backdoor
Well, you try to impress
But you didn't know who was the man you face
It's me, and at the look of your face
Well, I guess that you forgot about your far far ex
After the boogieman, there will be no next

You want it all
You want it now
You do what you want all the time
Now, we're sick and tired
Now, you're dealin' at your life with the boogiemen