The Evol’

PAROLES Gung Ho

Soldier, It doesn’t matter, what they say, what they do
Stronger, you betta be stronger, do what I say, not what I do
Gung-ho, gung-ho

(DJ drop the beat and don’t stop)

Hey you, dirty skin, it’s time to get back on the ring
I don’t wanna miss a thing, no I don’t wanna feel a thing
Dig your father fuckin’ grave, slay that mother fucker slave
(I’m not gonna look away)
Gung-ho !

(DJ drop the beat and don’t stop)

Freedom glides onto your blade
You’ve lost a light and fooled your head

I’ve got a lotta magma running into my veins / round 1 knock’em down down
I’ve got a lotta cadaveraz painted over my skin / round 2 bam ! give it away !

I CAN’T GIVE IT AWAY !!!
(HEY YOU BREAK THAT PRICK,EVERYBODY NEEDS SOME BLOODY SHIT)
I CAN’T GIVE IT AWAY !!!
(HEY YOU BREAK THAT PRICK,EVERYBODY NEEDS SOME BLOODY SHIT)

I’M SLEUP’DOWN TODAY, BUT I REALY CAN’T GIVE IT AWAY
I’M SLEUP’DOWN TODAY, BUT I REALY CAN’T GIVE IT AWAY

hey ya litta cramé, when I look into your eyes, I see nada eyes at all
(DJ drop the beat and don’t stop)
hey ya litta cramé, when I listen ta your voice, I hear nada thing at all
(DJ drop the beat and don’t stop)
It makes me think that I might have been wilder than I wanted with your teeny-body-bonzo
(DJ drop the beat and don’t stop)
It makes me wonder mucho did it I really wanna go loco violent and funky ? hey hey ?
did I really need to go … gung ho ?
(I can’t give it away / gung ho … )

Know’m dead (dead)
Know’m dead (dead)
Know’m dead (dead)
Know’m dead (dead)

I CAN’T GIVE IT AWAY !!!
(HEY YOU BREAK THAT PRICK,EVERYBODY NEEDS SOME BLOODY SHIT)
I CAN’T GIVE IT AWAY !!!
(HEY YOU BREAK THAT PRICK,EVERYBODY NEEDS SOME BLOODY SHIT)

I’M SLEUP’DOWN TODAY, BUT I REALY CAN’T GIVE IT AWAY
I’M KNOCK DOWN TODAY, BUT I REALY CAN’T GIVE IT AWAY

(DJ drop the beat and don’t stop)

PAROLES Wrong Side

If you pass by the liquor store
Take that bottle of gold ’64
A pack of smoke for my lungs mellow
But don’t walk the wrong side of the road
I was one of them, once before
But it’s not the case son, anymore
Don’t walk the wrong side, that’s for sure, if you make a stop at the liquor store

I met your gran ma’ at the liquor store
One of these days in ’54
After I asked her for a last reload
I took the wrong side of the road
I know what you think, there’s no such a thing as swiming the wrong side of the stream
You think that you know, but you don’t wanna go with a bunch of guys with a cool logo that makes you lobotomy-loco

I was a fool looking for a goal
I took the wrong side of the road
I bunch of guys with a red logo
Enrolling the poor souls down below
I was the fool to enroll
So many crimes I can’t recall

I married your grandma on a sparkling night
During the summer of 55
She’s dedicated our soul to our family
I was giving it all to my gang’s party
I know what you think, there’s no such a thing as swiming the wrong side of the stream
You think that you know, but you don’t wanna go… a bunch of guys with a bloody logo that makes you lobotomy-loco


In hatred, there’s nothing to be found
So don’t go messing around

I finaly got away from this fucking blitz
During the summer of ’66
My boom has blown up like a thunderstorm
When my baby girl, your mam, was born
I know what you think, there’s no such a thing as listening to the old man of the kin
You think that you know, but you don’t wanna go with a bunch of guys in a crazy pogo that makes you lobotomy-loco »

- d’un grand-père à son petit-fils -

Si tu passes par le liquor store
Ramène moi une bouteille de 64
Et un paquet de clopes pour mes poumons ramollis
Mais surtout n'emprunte pas le mauvais côté de la route
J’ai été l’un deux, autrefois,
Mais c’est bien fini maintenant, fils
Surtout n’emprunte pas le mauvais côté de la route , si tu passes par le liquor store

J’ai rencontré ta grand-mère au comptoir de ce store
Un jour de 1954
Après lui avoir demandé un dernier verre
J’ai emprunté le mauvais côté de la route

Je sais que tu penses , que ça n’arrivera pas
Que tu n’iras pas nager à contre-courant
Tu crois tout savoir….
Mais crois moi, ne va pas trainer avec cette bande de gars et leur cool logo
Ils vont te lobotomiser, te rendre cinglé


J’étais un idiot à la recherche d’un but
J’ai pris le mauvais côté de la route,
Une bande de mecs avec un logo rouge recrutaient les pauvres âmes ici-bas
J’étais cet idiot à recruter
Tant de crimes dont je ne me souviens pas…


J’ai épousé ta grand-mère lors d’une nuit étincelante
Au cours de l’été ‘55
Elle a consacré sa vie à notre famille
Et moi je consacrais la mienne à mon parti

Je sais que tu penses, que ça n’arrivera pas
Que tu ne nageras pas à contre-courant
Tu crois tout savoir…
Mais crois moi, ne va pas trainer avec cette bande de gars et leur logo rouge-sang
Il vont te lobotomiser, te rendre cinglé

Dans la haine, il n’y a rien à trouver
Ne cherche pas…



J’ai enfin échappé à ce putain de blitz
Au cours de l’été 1966
Mon cœur a explosé comme sous un coup de tonnerre
Quand ma fille, ta mère, est née

Je sais ce que tu penses, que ça ne sert à rien
D’écouter les paroles d’un veillard
Tu penses tout savoir…
Mais crois moi, ne va pas trainer avec ces connards dans leur sale pogo
Sur le mauvais côté de la route



N’emprunte pas le mauvais côté de la route

PAROLES Mysterious Ways

I believed in my girl
But when she walked out the door
my côre began to render
Just a lot o’ mo than befo’
I gave it all, she took it all
No matter what I say…
Well the girls work in mysterious ways


I believe in myself
Now, that’s all that I’ve got
I m a voluntary man born to work a lot
I gave them all, my body and soul, so many nights and days
Well the biz works in mysterious ways


I will keep on struggling on and on with life ‘till i’m alive and to the bitter end
I will keep on struggling on and on with life ‘till i’m alive and to the bitter end
The end …

I believe in my friends
I’d do anything
Anyrthing for them, for me they’d do the same
We swore a lot, shared a lot confianza and betrayal
Well my friends work in mysterious ways

I will keep on struggling hard in vain, ‘ till I fall down again
I will keep on struggling hard in vain, ‘ till I fall down again

I believe in my lord
When he wispers in my chords
Don’t look around ,don’t look behind, you’re building your own maze (he says)
Well my god works in mysterious ways
Come on, love love love love

I will keep on strugeling hard in vain, ‘ till I fall in love again
I will keep on strugeling hard in vain, ‘ till I fall in love again

I’M STRUGGLING HARD UNTIL I… LOVE AGAIN