The fallen star
How many they fell that far
From high to a back-room bar
Doing deals to steal your soul in a jar
And reel you in
Temptation that may begin to undermine
Your sense of sin
What's your sign and what's your spin
Smile and a grin
A handshake, chin-chin
And to tell your next of kin?
Then we'll begin
With a stiff upper lip
Sign on the line for a one-way trip
Lead the way with a cast iron grip
Just in case you fall and you slip
I question the guy in the back room,
Shiny hair standing there all fancy,
With a cigarette lit, it's the devil,
With a strange haircut I seen him before
The trap is tripped
And now you slipped
Down underground as your heart is gripped
By fear as you hear that your soul get ripped
The warning sign was always there
An offer far too good to be fair
But it sound like a good idea
Till too late you disappear
Be afraid of the blood-filled pen
As you make your mark in Satan's den
Once you realise he's not your friend
It too late to debate and think again
Try reverse in a hopeless burst
From here on it just get worse
You caused a curse
Now call the hearse
I question the guy in the back room
Shiny hair standing there all fancy
With a cigarette lit, it's the devil
With a strange haircut I seen him before
Try and hide behind your own mind
Block out all doubt and pretend your blind
Try forget the fact you signed
As if he won't find
You wherever, don't try be clever
His primary endeavor
And when will he stop? No, never
He got time to wait forever
The Morning Star rise slowly
He got time to come, get to know the
Ways you consider the pure, and then holy
You blaspheme, utterly, solely
To fulfill, kill, hunt and spill
Any hope of escape and free will
Distill, with great skill,
What's your chance to dance, Nil
I question the guy in the back room
Shiny hair standing there all fancy
With a cigarette lit, it's the devil
With a strange haircut I seen him before
I question the guy in the back room
Shiny hair standing there all fancy
With a cigarette lit, it's the devil
With a strange haircut I seen him before
I'M ASKING Video (MV)
Performed By: Le Peuple de LHerbe
Language: English
Written by: Franck DUMARSKI, Yvan DUCREUX, Jonathan PANDY, Varoujan FAU, Ricardo GALINDEZ
Le Peuple de LHerbe - I'M ASKING Lyrics
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English
The fallen star
How many they fell that far
From high to a back-room bar
Doing deals to steal your soul in a jar
And reel you in
Temptation that may begin to undermine
Your sense of sin
What's your sign and what's your spin
Smile and a grin
A handshake, chin-chin
And to tell your next of kin?
Then we'll begin
With a stiff upper lip
Sign on the line for a one-way trip
Lead the way with a cast iron grip
Just in case you fall and you slip
I question the guy in the back room,
Shiny hair standing there all fancy,
With a cigarette lit, it's the devil,
With a strange haircut I seen him before
The trap is tripped
And now you slipped
Down underground as your heart is gripped
By fear as you hear that your soul get ripped
The warning sign was always there
An offer far too good to be fair
But it sound like a good idea
Till too late you disappear
Be afraid of the blood-filled pen
As you make your mark in Satan's den
Once you realise he's not your friend
It too late to debate and think again
Try reverse in a hopeless burst
From here on it just get worse
You caused a curse
Now call the hearse
I question the guy in the back room
Shiny hair standing there all fancy
With a cigarette lit, it's the devil
With a strange haircut I seen him before
Try and hide behind your own mind
Block out all doubt and pretend your blind
Try forget the fact you signed
As if he won't find
You wherever, don't try be clever
His primary endeavor
And when will he stop? No, never
He got time to wait forever
The Morning Star rise slowly
He got time to come, get to know the
Ways you consider the pure, and then holy
You blaspheme, utterly, solely
To fulfill, kill, hunt and spill
Any hope of escape and free will
Distill, with great skill,
What's your chance to dance, Nil
I question the guy in the back room
Shiny hair standing there all fancy
With a cigarette lit, it's the devil
With a strange haircut I seen him before
I question the guy in the back room
Shiny hair standing there all fancy
With a cigarette lit, it's the devil
With a strange haircut I seen him before
How many they fell that far
From high to a back-room bar
Doing deals to steal your soul in a jar
And reel you in
Temptation that may begin to undermine
Your sense of sin
What's your sign and what's your spin
Smile and a grin
A handshake, chin-chin
And to tell your next of kin?
Then we'll begin
With a stiff upper lip
Sign on the line for a one-way trip
Lead the way with a cast iron grip
Just in case you fall and you slip
I question the guy in the back room,
Shiny hair standing there all fancy,
With a cigarette lit, it's the devil,
With a strange haircut I seen him before
The trap is tripped
And now you slipped
Down underground as your heart is gripped
By fear as you hear that your soul get ripped
The warning sign was always there
An offer far too good to be fair
But it sound like a good idea
Till too late you disappear
Be afraid of the blood-filled pen
As you make your mark in Satan's den
Once you realise he's not your friend
It too late to debate and think again
Try reverse in a hopeless burst
From here on it just get worse
You caused a curse
Now call the hearse
I question the guy in the back room
Shiny hair standing there all fancy
With a cigarette lit, it's the devil
With a strange haircut I seen him before
Try and hide behind your own mind
Block out all doubt and pretend your blind
Try forget the fact you signed
As if he won't find
You wherever, don't try be clever
His primary endeavor
And when will he stop? No, never
He got time to wait forever
The Morning Star rise slowly
He got time to come, get to know the
Ways you consider the pure, and then holy
You blaspheme, utterly, solely
To fulfill, kill, hunt and spill
Any hope of escape and free will
Distill, with great skill,
What's your chance to dance, Nil
I question the guy in the back room
Shiny hair standing there all fancy
With a cigarette lit, it's the devil
With a strange haircut I seen him before
I question the guy in the back room
Shiny hair standing there all fancy
With a cigarette lit, it's the devil
With a strange haircut I seen him before
Writer: Franck DUMARSKI, Yvan DUCREUX, Jonathan PANDY, Varoujan FAU, Ricardo GALINDEZ
Copyright: Lyrics © VERY PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © VERY PUBLISHING