[Intro: Sandrine Cacheton]
I wish you good listening, little idiot
[Verse 1]
My tail emerges like a marble dinosaur
My fingers are transformed gradually
And eventually reach a kind of perfection
The nerves of my eyes stretch and stretch until infinity
The flashing lights turn, no one does pay attention to me
The viper wraps itself around another snake
While the vinegar drunk by the tablecloth
Evaporates in an infernal buzz
I can't stand the time cut up into sections anymore
I absorb everything and look out the window
I see the metal cages whizzing past the auto-bug
And I hear something like a long, hoarse and persistent meow
I continue my journey
I abandon all the space I have left in my brain
My back cracks and begins to push
My cartilages float and make me want to destroy an animal
(Ahhhhhhhhhh)
[Verse 2]
I contemplate everything that I have left
The cracks are widening, they paralyze the crevices of this metallic rock
I no longer feel anything for her
She squandered everything on roulette at her dentist's house
He scrutinizes a hostile territory
(This is the own definition of the Stup era)
[Verse 3]
I turn and turn the Stup-concept
I turn and returns the Stup-concept
It's there in my head like a mutant octopus
Locked in my bathtub
I don't yet understand all the subtleties
So I'm digging and digs again like an amnesiac wild boar
I end up digging up some Stup-truffles
They pop one by one like popcorn BAFF
The one I... I was so fond of being a little man
(Boom)
[Bridge: Mc Salo]
Please operate for a few moments, a patient will answer you
à It's going lollipop as expected
Please operate for a few moments
The sirens are multiplying
Please operate for a few moments
Shazaam, said a woman to me re
Please operate for a few moments
I'm coming out of a party, I'm waiting for a taxi in the rain
Please operate for a few moments
A tall blond m asked Bruce Springsteen
Please operate for a few moments
A tall blonde, cocaine
Please operate for a few moments, a patient will answer you
A patient will answer you
A patient will answer you
[Verse 4: King Ju]
Dear Mylène...
As we both know, you still haven't responded to my first letter
An oversight no doubt
Know that I don't blame you
You must Being so taken by your creation and I understand that
Because being an artist myself I have a lot of difficulty extirpating myself from my obsessions to finally face reality
(Change of instrumental)
Don't worry, I'm not upset, I understand you
I want you to know that I'm not mad at you

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