All of my lovin' and everything The little girl she done put me down Yeah, ain't that a pity People ain't that a cryin' shame Ain't that a pity I declare it's a cryin' shame She wait till it got nine below zero And put me down for another man I give her

I wanna love you like the world's gonna stop 'Til the very last second, last tick of that clock I'm gonna slow it all down and then take you from zero to ten Yeah, I wanna love you like I'll never love you again You're gonna run out of cigarettes And

Zero the hero Accept the fact that you're the second rate Life is easy for you It's all served up on a gold plated plate And we don't even to talk to you Your face is normal that's the you're bred And that's the way you're going to stay Your head is

Ça va whine up, whine up sale (ça va whine up) Oublie tes ex, bébé ce soir c'est la fiesta En doggy, doggy style J'ai couronne sur la te-tê, couronne sur la te-tê J'suis pas comme tes ex, t'auras zéro complexe Pas comme tes ex, t'auras zéro complexe Oh

We are not brave, we are not wise But we stand here all together We have been damned, we have survived We stand at the end of the longest times We came back to homes we don’t recognize But we return here all together I’m saddling in here for the long

Panama, Panama Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue Don't you know she's coming home with me? I'll get her! Jump back, what's that sound Here she comes, full blast and top down Model citizen zero discipline You'l lose her in the turn Ain't nothin' like it,

J'suis dans, j'suis dans l'tieks (ah ouais, ouais, ouais, ouais) J'suis dans l'tieks (ah ouais, ouais, ouais, ouais) T'es v'nu en boite avec des meufs, on t'a recalé (oh lala) Ni en tactile ni en T9, zéro smiley (nan, nan, nan) J'suis pas des leurs,

Bless my soul Herc was on a roll Now he's a honcho He's a hero Hercules! Hercules! Person of the week in every Greek opinion poll What a pro Herc could stop a show Point him at a monster and we are talking SRO He was a no one A zero , zero

My generation is zero I never made it as a working class hero 21st century breakdown I once was lost but never was found I think I'm losing what's left of my mind To the 20th century deadline Born into Nixon, I was raised in hell A welfare child where

My love, she speaks like silence Without ideals or violence She doesn't have to say she's faithful Yet she's true like fire, like ice People carry roses Make promises by the hour My love she laughs like the flowers Valentines can't buy her In the dime