"SONG TO THE FASCIST"

Turn around
And don't you ever make a sound
What don't you leave me where I'm found?
Did nobody hold you
Or nobody scold you? Yeah…
Ain't nobody told you
That you're so full of you?

Hey! Hey! Wrecking your love! Wrecking your love! (x2)

Serais-tu comme Kanye ?
Qu'espères-tu donc gagner ?
Climbing up the tower
Hugging blondes in power
Non ça tu peux pas nier
But...

In the end
I sure hope you do understand
That I could never be your friend
And bend over
Like I'm at your command or your lover
The left-offs behind you
Are moving too fast
The lapdogs around you
They ain’t gonna last

Hey! Hey! Wrecking your love! Wrecking your love! (x2)

Derrière les carapaces
Le crime se passe (x3)
Ancré dans la mélasse
On ne fait fi, on ne fait face

Stand right
Keep you booty tight
No loonies, enquiries or queers allowed. Fuck!
I guess we know by now what this is about
You just made a vow
No shame, no blame, you just take a bow
And now you came to talk o’ good ol’ days
The good ol’ ways 
The beast is back with brutal craze
I made it here with a few bucks in my pocket
With both eyes in their sockets
I’m two eyed king in this racket, y’all!

We keep the bass strong (x3)
But everyone’s so headstrong

Derrière les carapaces
Le crime se passe... (x3)
Ancré dans la mélasse
On ne fait fi, on ne fait face

Hey! Hey! Wrecking your love! Wrecking your love! (x2)

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Composition, lyrics, performance, recording, editing, pre-mix: Cedric Briand
Final mix and master: David Johansson (from Rhapsodicsounds - Sweden)
Extra master: Landr
(All Rights Reserved, 2019)

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