Floran Remy - Let him talk



God is telling me we’re crushing down
God is telling me there’s nothing around
Anymore
Nothing at all
God is telling me this is our last play
God is telling me to go far away

Oh !
Man, let him talk !
We gonna party tonight, there is no time enough
We are dead, we are dead

Oh !
Man, let him do !
This after is the last and there is nothing else for you
We are dead, we are dead

The holiest bosom has just opened its doors
The party’s starting, people steering for the dancefloor
Johan’s here, Johan’s there
Rusty bells are ringing, this is time for beers
Kisses and lickings are making everyone beastly
Nathan’s here, Nathan’s there

The fifties and the sixties flowering in Judee’s eyes
Maud over the bar, Camille thinks he’s a little tired
Thomas’ here, Thomas’ there
While Djs Harry Rag are only making some good sound
604 Anderson and Alison Mosshart on the ground
Gimme some rodeo, darling, gimme some rodeo, darling

Oh !
Man, let him talk !
We gonna party tonight, there is no time enough
We are dead, we are dead

Oh !
Man, let him do !
This after is the last and there is nothing else for you
We are dead, we are dead

My head is effervecing, there is no time enough
This party in a paintbox drowning in an Eristoff
Look at the bubbles on the surface, the bubbles on the surface
The bubbles on the surface, the bubbles on the surface

Red lips everywhere trying to catch some stolen kisses
GG over the crowd, and now something is happening
Johan is in the place, the blues is in the place
Leather is in the place