No Parlez lyrics

Artist  : Young Paul 
Song : No Parlez



 Send "No Parlez" Ringtone to your Cell 

 												
														   NO PARLEZ

 

 No questions, 

 there's no debate.

 It's a stand off situation, 

 no time to arbitrate.

 You've gone as far as you can

 so call in the middle man.

 For this is your policy,

 you just don't wanna talk with me.

 

 	Oh yeh, you hate your children to rise,

 	you hate your children.

 	Oh yeh, you hate your children.

 	Still you put the hammer in the hands of the
children.

 	Oh yeh, you hate your children to rise,

 	you hate your children.

 	Oh yeh, you hate your children.

 	Still you put the hammer in the hands of the
children.

 

 NO The plot is deep

 between the two. PARLEZ

 What compromise

 will ever do?

 NO With word, letters with proof,

 so we learn to tell the truth. PARLEZ

 Oh, this is your policy,

 you just don't wanna talk to me.

 

 	Oh yeh, you hate your children to rise,

 	you hate your children.

 	Oh yeh, you hate your children.

 	Still you put the hammer in the hands of the
children.

 	Oh yeh, you hate your children to rise,

 	you hate your children.

 	Oh yeh, you hate your children.

 	Still you put the hammer in the hands of the
children.

 

 Around the conference table,

 talking on the telephone.

 Who speaks for him that speaks for you?

 You control the no-go zone.

 You've gone as far as you can

 so call in the middle man.

 For this is your policy,

 you just don't wanna talk with me.

 

 	Oh yeh, you hate your children to rise,

 	you hate your children.

 	Oh yeh, you hate your children.

 	Still you put the hammer in the hands of the
children.

 	Oh yeh, you hate your children to rise,

 	you hate your children.

 	Oh yeh, you hate your children.

 	Still you put the hammer in the hands of the
children.

 	Still you put the hammer in the hands of the
children.

 

 	Oh yeh, you hate your children to rise,

 	you hate your children.

 	Oh yeh, you hate your children.

 	Still you put the hammer in the hands of the
children.

 	Oh yeh, you hate your children to rise,

 	you hate your children.

 	Oh yeh, you hate your children.

 	Still you put the hammer in the hands of the
children.

 

 	Still you put the hammer in the hands of the
children.

 	Still you put the hammer in the hands of the
children.

 	Still you put the hammer in the hands of the
children.

 	Still you put the hammer in the hands of the
children.

 	Still you put the hammer in the hands of the
children.

 	Still you put the hammer in the hands of the
children.

 	(repeat & fade)

 

 		- Anthony Moore