Paroles de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER  l'm born and bred in pollution's grip  First three weeks fed by a CO drip  Ain't no breast  Passed the test  I needed stronger stuff  Carbon mon-  Oxide on  Tap, couldn't get enough  My leather lungs never felt no pain  I ran around in the acid rain  Drank and smoked  Never choked  I was immune to dirt  Whisky, gin  Pumped it in  I never ever hurt  Got a car, got ahead  On the road burning lead  I'm happy as I am  I dig this greenhouse scam  All summer on the beach  Aerosols in easy reach  Needles floating out to sea  Sunshine beats down on me  No ozone in my way  Every day's holiday  If I get bored with all my modern toys  I got a walkman for my private noise  If l'm blue  I just do  Another ten db  Sony was heaven sent  l'm in my element  Once I get up there on the album charts  l'm gonna win myself a billion hearts  when they see  Little me  Saving the world tonight  Pious rage  On the stage  Turn on your brightest light  There go a million trees  Covers for my Cds  I'm a consumer therefore I consume  I buy a lot of things so gimme room  Being green  Ain't my scene  I need the parking space  Hello crack  Hello smack  Bye bye the humen race  Gimme another shot  Gimme the best you got  That's my credentials filed  Truly pollution's child