Angel
Ambush
A Hole in the Case
[Words: Christian Décamps]
The city has covered its coat with rags
The bag on the back, I'm floundering in the urinal!
The great presbytery pulls a brothel,
A sister in ricil is on the sidewalk!
I'm far from the holidays, I'm take my twelve year old for a walk
And it's itching between my hips...
It's not the first time, I feel like a chill,
I I'm afraid of slipping when I bend over!
With a cut skull, brushed up, I lengthen my boots...
And the school bell rings. ..
It looks like the Morgan in the Sunday movie,
She puts us in a row, our hearts in orbit...
But the chalk on the board screeches a concerto,
I drop the eraser in ecstasy...
She peels the dictation, my fingers fiddling!
I made a hole in the box!
I lift my little finger, ask for permission to urinate
And the control tower answers me: Oui !
But the years pass, like a toilet flush,
So, we learn real geography...
We no longer suck our thumbs, or even a piece of licorice;
The eraser is worn out, we are bored
To my child I will sing about this drill
So that he will make a HOLE IN HIS BOX!

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