DESCRIPTION:
Open Letter, by PFFR, off the album "Injustice Center". Released on vinyl in 2003 by Invasion Planète Recordings. This song and album are (c) PFFR.

The people who made fantastic shows such as "Wonder Showzen" and "Xavier: Renegade Angel" used to make great, interesting music until they stopped like the little punks they are.

Lyrics (which I had to listen to and write down, it may be wrong):

An open letter to the prime minister of France:

Dear Monsieur Jacques Shiracque,

Bonjour (comma)

Are you in your PRIME, minister?

Does your begloved hand (hand) contaminate the orphans?

(mm hm hmmmm)

Let's talk about it.

Tell your associates I said to tell (I said to tell) you that I (ooh) mentioned attention, OK?

(frubone)

Do you smell that?

It's my people's blood flowing through the streets of your sugar walls.

Are Euro k? Because I'm Euro NOT OK.

(Let's talk about it.)

Enough with the pleasantries. Enough of these pleasurable apple trees. These palm detail, these palms fruits, these potatoes (these potatoes).

In fact, I, in electorial consensus, has been voted in to re-upset the cause.

Aha!

It's time to get down, it's time to get down, it's time to get down to the business at hand.

(comma)

(Sir?) Sir?

How would you like it if I bottled your saliva and sold it to your child?

You get more water by pressing these American potatoes than all of the Empire combined.

I fear I have tipped my hand.

Do it. Intense sweet.

Spread it.

Keep in touch.

JK, don't be a dick.

Love to the missus.

Kisses to the sissus.

A revoir, don't be a dick.

We own you.