Bohème - Deep Forest

angel:who died?
benny:our akita
they make fun yet i'm the one
attempting to do some good
or do you really want a neighborhood
where people piss on your stoop every night?
bohemia, bohemia's
a fallacy in your head
this is calcutta
bohemia is dead
mark
dearly beloved we gather here to say our goodbyes
here she lies
no one knew her worth
the late great daughter of mother earth
on this night when we celebrate the birth
in that little town of bethlehem
we raise our glass- you bet your ass to-
la vie boheme
all
la vie boheme
la vie boheme
la vie boheme
la vie boheme
mark
to days of inspiration
playing hookie, making something out of nothing
the need to express
to communicate,
to going against the grain,
going insane
going mad
to loving tension, no pension
to more than one dimension,
to starving for attention,
hating convention, hating pretension
not to mention of course,
hating dear old mom and dad
to riding your bike,
midday past the three- piece suits
to fruits to no absolutes
to absolute- to choice
to the village voice
to any passing fad
to being an us-for once-, instead of a them -
all
la vie boheme
la vie boheme
maureen
hey mister- she's my sister
restaurant man
so that's five miso soup, four seaweed salad
three soy burger dinner, two tofu dog platter
and one pasta with meatless balls
a boy:ugh
collins:it tastes the same
mimi:if you close your eyes
restaurant man
and thirteen orders of fries
is that it here?
all:wine and beer!
mimi