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The Song Of Louts

The day rises on my suburbs
I'm cold it's not winter yet
What could I do for Gods sake?
I do not have a round and I do not look
serious, serious
 
I'm a lout among many others
I'm not sleeping far from the Defense
I look dirty, it's not my fault
My HLM is not Byzantium
My friend, my friend
 
At fourteen, my father
Hired me at the factory
Two days later I left
Seems I'm an unworthy son
 
One evening in a deserted street
I mowed a Honda 500
To an honest bourgeois son
With her I go to 200
Yeah that's nice, it's nice
 
My friend Pierrot crashed
On the highway on a rainy day
Sometimes I hear him laugh
It's sure he's in heaven
It's swollen, it's swollen
 
And I continue my film like life
At the foot of these shabby buildings
I'd like to die before I'm ugly
I would like to finish like you my old Gavroche
 
I'm a peripheral lout
I'm full of the boots of this city
France is a shitty suburb
As my friend Mohamed says
With cops, With cops
 
The day rises on my suburbs
I'm cold it's not winter yet
It's funny the bitumen is all blue
There's my bike that cracks on the floor
Good God, good God
Oh, God
Oh my God, good God
 
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