Signes Des Temps

[Hook]
It's a sign of the Ages…

[20syl]
Il rêve d'avoir un toit, d'avoir un chez soi
Et même avec un taf, il n'a pas de quoi
Une location coûte un bras, les banques de l'Etat ne l'calculent pas
Ça lui laisse peu de choix, il est sponsorisé par Quechua

[Stro The 89th Key]
She never liked her mother Young with an older brother
Ain't spoken since one of his boys found naked pictures of her
Undercover in sets and what lies beneath
Isn't love, it's the artificial company she keeps

[Mr. J]
We saw him walk across the moon
With a hand full of stars
We felt the loss in June
And knew the man had many scars
From how we hung him in our rooms
Now we tare him of the wall
And shed a tear for the King who
Held a mirror to us all

[Hook]
It's a sign of the Ages…

[Stro The 89th Key]
18 and life to go, family life comfortable
Grew up a scholar, a common to make the honor roll
Good life a little slow, he went out of the dough
Then did a job but it robbed him freedom though

[Mr. J]
Torn from our mother
Burdened by forefathers
Burning the same cross
They learned had bore Martyrs
We heard it before, charters
The words of Magna Carta
The heart of a city froze
For those who had it harder

[20syl]
Il a le regard vide, le néant dans la tête
Et pour seule famille son AK-47
Une machette, sur les mains le sang de ses ancêtres
Un uniforme trop grand pour ses 130 cm

[Hook]
It's a sign of the Ages…

[Mr. J]
She's got a Nip Tuck lips puckered up
Here's a spit cup
Snip cut stitching you up
All for a lift up
Pin back chin all waxed
Now there's no syntax
It's all Botox

[Stro The 89th Key]
She wanna be a star, face on the television
She ain't making the band, survivor is holding auditions
Donald needs an apprentice, Flavor just must choose her
Glutton for little fame, you need a diet biggest loser

[20syl]
Elle est loin l'époque de ton premier Amiga ;
Aujourd'hui, ta culture musicale se compte en giga
Repose en paix, le CD est décédé
T'inquiète ! J'dédicacerai ta clef USB