Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Paxofon
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ernest Parro
Songwriter
Lyrics
Victoria Road, Victoria Road
The books are on the table
My tailor is rich. The college make me sick
And the teacher is a son of a bitch
I have bad results, I hate the school
It's a hell in my happy life
I just wanna play with my friends all day
No time for fucking lies
No more fear to do what I like
Cause, I have no doubt that I'll choose my live
Like a rabid dog, I never agree
I'm misunderstood, maybe an egoist
I don't believe in you or me
But you gonna make me cry
Did I tell you what you have to do?
But you wanna get in my life
I don't wanna do. I don't wanna think
Maybe I wanna stay like that
When I hear the bell I feel so well
And the music start to sound
No more fear to do what I like
Cause, I have no doubt that I'll choose my live
Like a rabid dog I never agree
I'm misunderstood, maybe an egoist
Fly on the city I feel free and strong
No matter what with my earphones
Victoria Road, Victoria Road
The books are on the table
I hate their speech, but my clouds are green
So I throw everything in a bin
I don't wanna do, I don't wanna think
Maybe I wanna stay like that
When I hear the bell I feel so well
And the music start to sound
No more fear to do what I like
Cause, I have no doubt that I'll choose my live
Like a rabid dog, I never agree
I'm misunderstood, maybe an egoist
Music transports me to another world
As a daydreamer, feeling the flow
No more fear to do what I like
Cause, I have no doubt that I'll choose my live
Like a rabid dog. I never agree
I'm misunderstood, maybe an egoist
Writer(s): Ernest Parro
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