Robbing Millions - Family Dinner

Video Credits Directed By Salvador Cresta And Ieva Kabasinskaite Dop - Rasa Juškevičiūtė , Ville Piippo Edited by Ieva Kabašinskaitė, Salvador Cresta Drawings By Marina Di Milta Animations by Salvador Cresta Lights by Fred Vanard Colour Grade by Pieter-jan Uvyn at Mikros Brussels (then VHSed by Salvador Cresta) Cast: Rayan Mazuel, Judith Williquet, Kęstutis Juškevičius, Alessia Adorni, Manon Muller, Judith Steiner, Mateo Smith Vanard, Suzy Tiar Vanard, Féfé. Thanks to : Akvilė Kabašinskaitė, Gabrielle Lawrence, Egidijus Praspaliauskas , Austė Zdančiūtė, Caroline Pauvert, Aurelie Damase, Sophie Schyns Music Credits Music And Lyrics By Lucien Fraipont Recorded In Studio Mont De Piété And Volta By Lucien Fraipont Mixed And Produced By Shags Chamberlain In Studio Avenue 54, Los Angeles Mastered By David Ives Additional Lyrics And Human Babelfish By Shags Chamberlain Lucien Fraipont: Guitars, Vocals, Keyboards, Drum Programming Jakob Warmenbol: Drums Shags Chamberlain : Realistic Mg1, Kitchen Power Clicks, Judith Williquet: Vocals Coline Wauters: Vocals Lyrics: Nobody's missing, everybody's sitting No one cares what everyone says Nobody’s listening daddy's storytelling My favorite story, tell it to me one more time New girlfriend or a new boyfriend ? No one is charming, everyone stays the same The clock is turning, nobody's leaving Turn on the tv, wanna read free magazines Enjoy your meal, it's getting cold don't you feel ? I wanna go, back to when I was a child For now I'm here, family dinner once a week Maybe I am weak. Go ahead pinch my cheek. Survival instinct. Shoot them all in a wink My beastly nature, it’s running wild in the future The clock is turning, everybody's sleeping I hope that someday, Sunday comes to an end Family dinner is almost over I will see you all next time. I love you The fire's burning, little kitty's missing No one cares what everyone says Wash the plates, then break all the plates We're getting older, we're not getting better There's always booze, best one you can choose Now I can't move. Somebody cut me loose The clock is turning. Now the world's sleeping I hope the Sundays, them Sundays they will never end