No more jealousy of your Miss(es) World
No more seeing what this world vomits
Empty your account, sell your car and come and butt off
"Paris, I love you but I leave anyway, I pay my autograph"
Only enjoying, don't think only to the worst
Do not justify errors in the school test
Being free and laughing: thumb a nose to the empire
Enjoying pleasure, living only in utopia
No more be suspicious of what will happen
The "Time will tell", we'll get used to it
To no longer give meaning to the unintelligible
In contradiction as a sensitive assassin
Fuck it, fuck it for what we think it is
Do not regret it in a wooden car
No more thinking, even if it's easy to say
And no more jealousy of your misses world
No more seeing what this world vomits
And no more jealousy of your misses world
No more seeing what this world vomits
And no more jealousy of your misses world
No more seeing what this world vomits
Empty your account, sell your car and come butt off
"Paris, I love you but I leave anyway, I pay my autograph"
We go out tonight even if we did it all the week belong
For drawing fresh air - I don't have enough
For moving somewhere else, where the heat undress you
Steal he ink of the tattoo, reverse the clockwise direction
Burn phones and news papers, kill 2 birds with one stone
Log out from social networks, for being proud of ourselves
No more thinking about work nor labor
Travel around the world in a cab, without the butter nor the money of the Uber
Never stop playing when the referee will whistle
Because the "Time will tell" I am sure we will get used to it
And no more jealousy of your misses world
No more seeing what this world vomits
And no more jealousy of your misses world
No more seeing what this world vomits
And no more jealousy of your misses world
No more seeing what this world vomits
Empty your account, sell your car and come butt off
"Paris, I love you but I leave anyway, I pay my autograph"
Time will tell
Time will tell
And no more jealousy of your misses world
No more seeing what this world vomits
And no more jealousy of your misses world
No more seeing what this world vomits
And no more jealousy of your misses world
No more seeing what this world vomits
Empty your account, sell your car and come butt off
"Paris, I love you but I leave anyway, I pay my autograph"