Testo Les Excuses

The more I think about man The more horrified I am He needs an excuse to be alive A reason to die a reason to lie He needs an excuse to hide behind A means to make his conscience blind And he's gotone for every occasion Not for charity not for compassion In the name of you know who You can do whatever you want to Steal burn torture and lie Live, love, perish an die Les excuses sont faites pour s'en servir