He was walking down the street in a hurry
He knew he was being watched
I came to him and said
Hey friend! can you give me a cigarette
He said I will, but go smoke on the other side
Two men smoking together can be very risky
He said the most expensive dish of the best banquet
And what is eaten by the heads of people who think
That the head cannibals discover that
Those who think, because those who think
Think Better to stop
Sorry for my rush, pretending to be late
I work in a notary's office, but I'm a writer
I lost my pen, I don't even know what month it was
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The man in a hurry left me and flew away
Then I leaned against a post, smoking
Three others arrived with pistols in their hands
One he shouted with his hand on his head, rascal
If you don't want to take hot lead in the horns
I said of course, yes, but what do I I did
If it's a document, I have it here
And another said: it doesn't matter
It doesn't matter, stay there
I want it © knowing what you were thinking
I evaluate the price based on the mental level
That you walk around using
That's me I'll tell you the price your head will cost
Now, it's costing
My fallen head, loose on the ground
See my body without it for the first and last time
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They threw my head in the kitchen trash
And I was now a brain
A living brain in vinaigrette
My brain immediately thought
Whatever, but I was never a groupie
I was placed at the table with two others
And there were three rare dishes
And it was the maitre d' who set them
I felt horror at being eaten with desire
By an aligned gentleman
My last piece before being swallowed
He still thought undercover: who could this bastard be
Owner of this All the fun?
Everything is already set up for the game of cannibal hunters
But the thing is that it's very flagrant
It's too much of a flag, my God
Be careful, brother, be careful, wise sir
I seriously advise you
I died, I don't even know which It was that month
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