CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : The Martian
One of them Martians came round the house last night.
Talking in code or some sh*t.
Weird f**king things they are.
He rambled for a good ten minutes.
Didn’t listen. Kept staring at his brain
through that tacky glass head of his.
I could see his thoughts form. I could see
them scramble around like ants on hot pavement.
Dumb and flightless, that’s what they are.
He eventually left. Haven’t thought of him since.
Talking in code or some sh*t.
Weird f**king things they are.
He rambled for a good ten minutes.
Didn’t listen. Kept staring at his brain
through that tacky glass head of his.
I could see his thoughts form. I could see
them scramble around like ants on hot pavement.
Dumb and flightless, that’s what they are.
He eventually left. Haven’t thought of him since.