Começou a circular o Expresso 2222 Que parte direto de Bonsucesso pra depois Da Central do Brasil Que parte direto de Bonsucesso Pra depois do ano 2000 Dizem que tem muita gente de agora Se adiantando, partindo pra lá Pra 2001 e 2 e tempo afora Até onde

Looking for a cause I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die I feel like a cello Lost somewhere over the rainbow Way up high, too scared to dream But too dumb to die Well all I got was camouflage Oh, oh I love you Oh, oh I do

Why we need to be like them Kids will have fun and offend They don't want to and don't fit in So give me one good reason Mom and dad they quite don't understand it All the kids they laugh as if they planned it Why do girls wanna pierce their nose? And

Lord, what can a poor boy do? Falling down like rain Well, my bad luck is falling Bad luck is falling No matter what I do Seems like my luck won`t never change I felt kinda lucky My luck was running slow The last hand I caught four aces and the police

Des regrets Oh, des regrets, des regrets, des regrets Rêvant des révolutions Sur le bord de la rivière Il y avait des illusions Dans ma main que tu laissais Sous ton pull-over De mal penser, la faiblesse De n'avoir pas fait d'études

Et j'suis dans l'binks , posé dans l'50k Des belles caisses, des tasses, d'la drogue, d'la money Du khaliss, des litrons, des bosseurs, des guetteurs Les condés, les enquêtes, les saisies, les poucaves La perquise, la GAV, le dépôt, le placard Fais

Our last summer I can still recall I still see it all Walks along the Seine Laughing in the rain Memories that remain We made our way along the river And we sat down in the grass by the Eiffel tower I was so happy we had met

When you're living off the land Living off the land I'm just a man doing the best that I can Saint or a sinner, the loser can be a winner with a plan I'll be damned, sometimes it's hard, the backed-up bills on the credit card She keep on threatenin' to

It's too late to be grateful It's too late to be late again It's too late to be hateful The European cannon is here The return of the Thin White Duke, throwing darts in lovers' eyes It's not the side-effects of the cocaine I'm thinking that it must be

I want a Sunday Kind of Love. A love to last, past Saturday night. And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight. And I want a, a love that's on the square. Can't seem to find somebody, someone to care. And I'm on a lonely road that leads to