Alexandre Azaria

A heart that′s full up like a landfill
a job that slowly kills you
bruises that won′t heal

You look so tired-unhappy
bring down the government
they don′t, they don′t speak for us.
I′ll take a quiet life
a handshake of carbon monoxide

with no alarms and no surprises
no alarms and no surprises
no alarms and no surprises
Silent silence.

This is my final fate
my final bellyache

with no alarms and no surprises
no alarms and no surprises
no alarms and no surprises please.


Such a pretty house
and such a pretty garden.

No alarms and no surprises
no alarms and no surprises
no alarms and no surprises please.

I stand firm for our soil [a source]
lick a rock on foil [nigga I'll come forth]
Say reduce me, seduce me, [They juice me, seduce me]
Dress me up in Stssy.

Hell is round the corner where I shelter.
Ism's and schisms,
we're living helter skelter [been livin' on a study]
If you believe and [or] deceive
common sense says shouldn't receive
Let me take you down the corridors of my life.
And when you walk, do you walk to your preference?
No need to answer till I take furthur evidence.
I seem to need a reference to get residence.
A reference to your preference to say,
I'm a good neighbor, I trudge, [shrug]
So judge me for labour,
live version of the song.
The bond on me ensures [lobotomy] my good behavior
The constant struggle [strum] ensures my insanity.
Passing the ignorance ensures the struggle for my family
We're hungry beware of our appetite.
Distant drums bring the news of a kill tonight.
The kill which I share with my passengers.
We take our fill, take our fill, take our fill.

I stand firm for our soil [a source]
lick a rock on foil [nigga I'll come forth]
Say reduce me, seduce me, [They juice me, seduce me]
Dress me up in Stssy.

Confused by different memories,
Details of Asian remedies
Conversations, of what's become of enemies.
My brain thinks bomb-like,
So I listen he's a calm type.
And as I grow, I grow collective.
Before the move sit on the perspective.
Mr. Quaye [Mr. Kray] lay in the crevice.
[Distant cradle in the crevice]
And watches from the precipice.
Empirial passage.
Heat from the sun somedays slowly passes,
Until then, you have to live with yourself (x2).

So messed up
I want you here
In my room
I want you here
Now we're gonna be
Face-to-face
And I'll lay right down
In my favorite place

And now I wanna
Be your dog
Now I wanna
Be your dog
Now I wanna
Be your dog
Well c'mon

Now I'm ready
To close my eyes
And now I'm ready
To close my mind
And now I'm ready
To feel your hand
And lose my heart
On the burning sands

And now I wanna
Be your dog
And now I wanna
Be your dog
Now I wanna
Be your dog
Well c'mon