Fuck, that's a bummer
That fucking truck
What was it doing there ?
Fucking shitty life
You rolled in grass
And as for ourselves, you walk out on us
I hope that up there at least
There are many less bastards
You leave us with dogs
With nasty ones and morons
Under a sun which shines less bright and less far
I'd cower in a corner
With Marius, with Romain (1 )
To weep with them until the cows come home
Fuck, I'm angry
Against that bend
And against that very day
When you slammed.
To think that it was Summer
In my head it's cold.
I hope that up there at least
You bought a bike
Lolita has no more godfather (2 )
We ourselves have no more best pal
You were a clown yet not a puppet
Bastard, we used to like you
Now we are all orphans
Fucking truck, fucking fate, look that sucks
Bastard, we used to like you
Now we are all orphans
Fucking truck, fucking fate, look that sucks (3 )