Fumer Tue's lyrics & chords

A simple stroke of a pen, harsh, without thinking. A fingerprint on paper. Another rough line. An exciting story. We could have screamed ‘microwave’ or ‘sofas’. But with cigarettes in our mouths, the court in front of FUMER TUE ignites and we exhale the smoke from our nostrils, our lungs, our veins. New wave, eighties punk to the electro, headbutt, clash of the new millennium; FUMER TUE drops their riffs and their thrilling, synthetic refrains in an electric soundscape. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the ...read more