Western - Ludwig Von 88

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Western Lyrics

Ici, pas cher on rase gratos
Ici, pas cher on tue pour rien...
Soirée finale les rues désertes
Shootant notre désespoir à travers les persiennes
Sucer du sable il n'est plus l'heure
De scander des slogans vengeurs
Ici, tranquille on communie
Avec les hautes sphères ecclésiastiques
En bonne conscience collective
Vider son six-coups sur la foule en délire
Et pour conclure il faut aller
Se faire soigner chez les curés
Ouais c'est cool, ouais c'est trop cool...
Je suis clean comme un Colombien
On m'acclame et on m'encense
Un jour on votera pour mon flingue.

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Ludwig von 88 is a French punk rock group, that was very active on the alternative rock scene during the 80's and 90's. Their music is full of humour despite touching very sensitive topics like most of the wars that happened in the late 80s and 90s, drugs, corrupt French politicians, road accidents... They managed to make a generation of young French laugh about every sad thing that was going on around them.

The Group started sometime during 1983, their first album "Houlala" was released in 1986. They haven't released anything since 1999 but the group haven't officially split. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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