Fifty Years After The Fair
© Presses d'Ile-de-France
1
Elle avait des cheveux de laine, Madeleine
Elle avait deux jolis bas blonds, Madelon
Elle n'était pas comme toutes les Madeleines
Qui elles ont des bas de laine
Et de jolis cheveux blonds.
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Madeleine tch, tch, tch,
Madelon tch, tch, tch,
Madeleine leine, leine, leine, lon.
2
Elle remplissait toutes les fontaines, Madeleine
En vidant l'eau de son cruchon, Madelon
Elle n'était pas comme toutes les Madeleines
Qui elles vont aux fontaines
pour s'en remplir leur cruch
Meat Sandwich
In the name of GWAR, in the name of love
In the name of the blood dripping out of the sun
I call out your God, till before me he stands
But don't send me Jesus, he's only a man
Meat Sandwich!!!
I have come as a feral thing, clutching at your bloated underbelly
Let the agony, of the is to be
Be the shrieks, the warnings of the death screams
Pummeling the wretched, crushing the defiler
Pummeling the wretched-aye!
Slay them all let them come, let them come, let them come
They've come for
Meat Sandwich (crucify)
I have come as a feral thing, snapping at your bloated underbelly
To crucify, shrieks of the crucified
Let the agony, of the is to be
Be the shrieks, the warning of the death screams
Pummeling the wretched (you know who)
Crushing the defiler (you know who you are)
Pummeling the wretched-aye! (you know who)
Slay them all let them come, let them come, let them come
They come for
Meat Sandwich!