Paul Oakenfold - Idioteque Lyrics
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Idioteque
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What Are The Lyrics For Idioteque By Paul Oakenfold?
Who's in a bunker?
Who's in a bunker? Women and children first And the children first And the children I'll laugh until my head comes off I'll swallow till I burst Until I burst Until I Who's in a bunker? Who's in a bunker? I have seen too much I haven't seen enough You haven't seen it I'll laugh until my head comes off Women and children first And children first And children Here I'm alive Everything all of the time Here I'm alive Everything all of the time Ice age coming Ice age coming Let me hear both sides Let me hear both sides Let me hear both Ice age coming Ice age coming Throw it in the fire Throw it in the fire Throw it on the We're not scaremongering This is really happening Happening We're not scaremongering This is really happening Happening Mobiles squerking Mobiles chirping Take the money run Take the money run Take the money Here I'm alive Everything all of the time Here I'm alive Everything all of the time Here I'm alive Everything all of the time Here I'm alive Everything all of the time The first of the children [Repeat until fade] |
Who Wrote Idioteque By Paul Oakenfold?
Colin Charles Greenwood, Edward John O'brien, Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Paul Lansky, Philip James Selway, Thomas Edward Yorke
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What's The Duration Of The Idioteque By Paul Oakenfold?The duration of Idioteque is 5:12 minutes and seconds. |
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