Cool daddy cool
It’s not because your dream’s collapsing
That you have to fire into the crowd around you
Cool daddy cool
We’re not made from the same mould
You you’re a rock, me a rolling stone
We don’t get to choose
You fortune explodes
Your priests fight
Just down from you
Your daughter’s shooting up
Your son’s hitting the road
You mistress entertains
There are your heroes who jump
There are beggars who vote
There’s your wife who drinks
There are no more cathedrals
There are stars in sandals
And nobody believes them
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All the traitors kiss your cheek
Your hunting lodge
Is full of judges outside the law
There are bailiffs ringing the bell
There’s god on the telephone
You’ve got blood on your fingers
Time overwhelms you
Tour image burns
But don’t you worry
You have to understand
That in barely ten years
It’s perhaps to me that they’ll say
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