(Moi voici à poil à l'hosto.
L'aiguille hypodermique me cherche les lipides,
Le toubib s'alarme de mon masque livide.
T'inquiète doc, il n'est jamais trop tôt)
[Verse 1]
(You're up) you'll get down
You're never running from this town
Kinda think you said
"You'll never get anything better than this
'cause you're going 'round in circles
and anyone knows you're trouble"
[Chorus]
'Cause you read it in a big book
now you're giving me the look, look
just remember how we shook, shook
And you know the things we took, took
This town's the oldest friend of ...
[Verse 2]
(Get up) and we get down
We're always running 'round this town
And to think they said
We'd never make anything better than this
we're always in small circles
and anyone knows you're trouble
You didn't read it in a big book
now you're giving me the look, look
just remember how we shook, shook
And you know the things we took, took
This town's the oldest friend of ...
(Bouche des shits, un jour auront ma peau
Dans mon cerveau ou son propre acide.
Oh comme j'aimerais noyer dans le liquide,
Descendre à reculons comme Arthur Rimbaud.
Héros, héros, suis-je un héros?
Qualité première : lucide
J'suis (??) d'club de clopes comme d'hab tout baigne limpide
Résultat : zéro, double zéro)
