At the end of rue Chapdelaine
I tell you that the world doesn't have a penny
The girls walk around in leggings
The guys have jogging suits
It watches TV all night
It argues and it makes noise
And when dawn comes
The tanks stay all parked ©s in the courtyard
Not far away there is an ex prisoner
Who is angry with all of society
He says that because of his record
There's no one who wants to hire him
He lives all alone with his mother
A good old woman who's a good girl
Who's full of drugs
And worse than Some people look discouraged
Life is ugly at the end of rue Chapelaine
The police come to raid Toué s'maines
à It smells like death and a little life in a cane
Luckily Loulou comes to see me between 2 chicanes...
Not far from here there's old Régis
br/>Who spends his summer on the balcony
In a camisole and in boxer shorts
With an O'Keefe between his two thighs
There's a mother I'm a single parent
Who doesn't take care of her three brats
Dances in a club in Laval
Comes home to sleep every other night
(Whenever possible)< br/>Life is ugly at the end of rue Chapelaine
The police come to raid all of S'maines
It smells like death and a little life in a dungeon
Luckily Loulou comes to see me between 2 chicanes...
In the blocks of rue Chapdelaine
There's a pusher, a schizophrenic
4 -5 tripeux from Repentigny
Who are in a country band
There's a laundry room, a pawn shop
A neighbor who makes me ketchup
A restaurant in submarines
And a Vietnamese convenience store
And there's also the beautiful Loulou
Who stays right in front of us
Sometimes the evening comes knocking
When she wants to be loved...
At the end of rue Chapdelaine
At the end of rue Chapdelaine

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